<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232</id><updated>2011-11-14T13:05:48.563-08:00</updated><category term='Nazi-verse'/><category term='Frau Magdalena'/><category term='Evil Maggie'/><category term='nazi-superman'/><title type='text'>The Temple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-6918299755370068846</id><published>2007-02-25T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:56:45.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazi-superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frau Magdalena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazi-verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil Maggie'/><title type='text'>Mazi-verse:  Discovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTgRfmznI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZRySKl2_-Hs/s1600-h/dc-cover-gallery-1-20050502105440963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTgRfmznI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZRySKl2_-Hs/s200/dc-cover-gallery-1-20050502105440963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035468041037991538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Guy.. I call to him but he is withdrawn…  &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-is-wrong.html"&gt;My female instincts tells me he isn't the asset I had hoped…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try again to bend him to my beckon call but yes… He has failed me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time for this, I leave to meet those Red Skull had gathered….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGU4BfmzrI/AAAAAAAAABs/0_Hr8uidMzc/s1600-h/%C3%BCui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGU4BfmzrI/AAAAAAAAABs/0_Hr8uidMzc/s200/%C3%BCui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035469548571512498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood next to Superman… the one from my universe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained the needs of our Emperor…. How we would live this universes Red Skull in charge of this Universe if he swore allegiance to Hitler…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTghfmzoI/AAAAAAAAABU/vJuax4Wy2UM/s1600-h/hitler2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 109px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTghfmzoI/AAAAAAAAABU/vJuax4Wy2UM/s200/hitler2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035468045332958850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once our meeting was over and we had established our plans I approached both Red Skulls… "I may have to eliminate the Henchman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGU3xfmzqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Agp8fQWZPuA/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 124px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGU3xfmzqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Agp8fQWZPuA/s200/Image8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035469544276545186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported to my Emperor, he was upset,…. Fury had managed to free have the territories we had once controlled.. They were called the Free Lands now…  "I can return my lord:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Finish there and then bring your army here:" He barked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTeBfmzlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TF9I0DoTnBE/s1600-h/Magdalena3pg14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTeBfmzlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TF9I0DoTnBE/s200/Magdalena3pg14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035468002383285842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the church…. One of my spies had over heard two of the Vadicant Knights speaking…. "She is evil… She will turn the church evil…" He paused for effect, "I found the truth that this is not Magdalena…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to deal with it.. I was a wolf in sheep's clothing.. He glared as he reported to me trying not to tip his hand…  As soon as he turned his back to me I put a knife through it and fought the other….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never tell a woman secrets to another man…" I snarl….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I return to my room… My home with Guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy was sitting on the bed his head hung low… "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his hands to show he was holding my signias…. "Swastika…  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled up in his lap tried to kiss him and he pushed me off….  "Is this role reversal? Now you over power me?" I asked teasingly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, what happened?" He flashed a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went in and found I was lost…  Hitler was my light.. I joined him….  Why not join us…..  Join me my love.." I kissed him and he pulled, "We can ruled the world…. I can give you the world my love.. I changed for you….  I was a fool to ask you to be come good so I became bad…." I slipped my dress off, " Don't you like it when I am bad.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted me and threw me on the bed… "My Amber would never have…..  You’re her …. You are from the other universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTgBfmzmI/AAAAAAAAABE/R8var1akYnc/s1600-h/Cyborg_Superman_by_TwistedNerve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTgBfmzmI/AAAAAAAAABE/R8var1akYnc/s200/Cyborg_Superman_by_TwistedNerve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035468036743024226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN…..     "Fine…. I gave you every chance.. Kill him.."  I barked as the ninja shadows took form….  &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/02/friend-in-need.html"&gt;Red Skull's army took on Henchman&lt;/a&gt; and I left to find my true lover….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGU4BfmzsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JvzmEhPuOz8/s1600-h/Superman_Sketch_by_necronomicon32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGU4BfmzsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JvzmEhPuOz8/s200/Superman_Sketch_by_necronomicon32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035469548571512514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much brains but he has enough…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on todays adventure be sure to visit today's crossover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goku&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;henchman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-6918299755370068846?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/6918299755370068846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=6918299755370068846' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/6918299755370068846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/6918299755370068846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/02/mazi-verse-discovered.html' title='Mazi-verse:  Discovered'/><author><name>Frau Madgalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06732305219019585158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/scan0008.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/ReGTgRfmznI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZRySKl2_-Hs/s72-c/dc-cover-gallery-1-20050502105440963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-5195823860295040175</id><published>2007-02-15T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:14:28.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frau Magdalena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazi-verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil Maggie'/><title type='text'>Mazi-verse:  Is Henchy afraid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS78SuOWVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q0f4ZNQcKpg/s1600-h/Magdalena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS78SuOWVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q0f4ZNQcKpg/s200/Magdalena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031853328171948370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman was out of the race.. I guess I kept him too tired…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Guy…  We need to acquire  finances for an army…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had robbed some precious gems….  Getting them was easy.. The man begged for his life like some pathetic dog… Guy began to walk away and I pulled my pistol….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Bang*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy turned quickly….  "Fence these fast Guy and get me another job… One that pays the most also compile me a list of the best of the best….  We will need assassins and henchmen in our army…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS-ZiuOWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1wEB6BezObY/s1600-h/rssd10a-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS-ZiuOWYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1wEB6BezObY/s200/rssd10a-vi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031856029706377602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked from the corpse…  As I continued a small child whimpered… Had she witness Guy and I doing the job…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped, "Silence her.. We can't have witnesses…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy looked at me and then at the small red head girl trembling away from him….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, that could have been you years ago.." He stumbled with his words I walked over placing the gun his hands as my breast pressed against his back and my breath breathed kisses on his neck…  My hand circled around so that he held the guy and I held his hand lifting it I teased his ear with my tongue and then whispered, "She is nothing…  but….. a witness….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed his finger around the trigger slowly as I spoke until it went off and she was dead…. "Now doesn't that feel good…  You know I am excited now..   Get the money for the goods and then come take care of me… I will be waiting in your bed.. Don't be long or I will punish you.." I noticed him standing stiff like a statue starring at the little girl the blood puddling at his feet, "Now Henchy please tell me you have lost your way?  I thought you would have the stomach for what we need to do…  You do, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my hands over his more manly features, "come let's not cry over spilled blood.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off and Guy went to sell the goods….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was being a good Henchmen, I contacted Red Skull and Superman….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS-ZSuOWXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sv___exqnvk/s1600-h/evil_superman_by_mikemaluk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS-ZSuOWXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sv___exqnvk/s200/evil_superman_by_mikemaluk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031856025411410290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you found?" I ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know I have a counterpart that is just like me… Not a goody goody at all.."  Red Skull stated… "He has a small army at our disposal.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, coordinate with him.." I spat…  "Kal.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My counter part is like yours the opposite of me.. This could be a problem… Seems in this universe he has taken a wife.. A cute reporter…." He spoke…. "I have kidnap her.. Thought I could have fun.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kidnap her?"  I yell at my beloved, "You idiot! We do not want anyone knowing that we are here…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry my darling, I left evidence to implicate Lex Luther.." He laughed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, do what you want with her.. Have fun if you will but do not kill her yet.. We may need her as leverage…  Most importantly… I do not want either of you seen….   " I closed the link to them and proceeded to guy's apartment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard him sigh....  Now it was time for him to play with me...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS78SuOWWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dWqph5oq6xQ/s1600-h/women-shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS78SuOWWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dWqph5oq6xQ/s200/women-shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031853328171948386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy? I am in the shower bathing.."  I smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For more on todays adventure be sure to visit today's crossover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;henchman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-5195823860295040175?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/5195823860295040175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=5195823860295040175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/5195823860295040175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/5195823860295040175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/02/mazi-verse-is-henchy-afraid.html' title='Mazi-verse:  Is Henchy afraid?'/><author><name>Frau Madgalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06732305219019585158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/scan0008.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqbFm9iC-Mw/RdS78SuOWVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q0f4ZNQcKpg/s72-c/Magdalena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-117052349666701189</id><published>2007-02-03T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:28:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazi-verse:  Time for Henchie to be punish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/354288/05-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/320/683483/05-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/35137445"&gt;[This post written by evil Magdalena]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy walked in.. He looked tired from the race and frustrated….  He was looking down at his feet, a golden boy walked in behind him, his eyes broadening….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW!"  the boy gasped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henchman looked up… His smile broaden as he covered the young man's eyes, "Josh… why don't you go bother Logan or Scott for a while….  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slapped my horsewhip into my hand, "Or he could stay and watch….  Maybe bring a few girl friends to play even…."  I slapped the whip in my hand….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchmen spun the boy around and threw him out of the room closing the door….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  smirked, "oh no two on one?  That is okay.. We need to talk about a Job…  If you needed a large amount of cash… what Job would you go after?  What would you do?  I was thinking this man…" I pointed at the magazine on the bed, "He has some rare gems but if I took the job could you fence the goods?   The man himself is expendable…..   In other words he should be killed….  " &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/802192/handcuffs-f-CHERI%2B.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 75px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/493196/handcuffs-f-CHERI%2B.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw something on the bed…  "but first  I need your undivided attention….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over setting the horsewhip down and picking up my cat of nine….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to him, "if you think you can handle it… I hear you are a bad bad boy….  And should be punished….." I cracked the whip…… "the first thing I will punish you for is not having a female playmate at hand…"  I cracked the whip again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, I don't think you have ever joked before… Oh I missed.."   He walked toward me and I twirled around behind him drawing the leather of the whip to his throat….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who said I was joking," I tightened it.. "If you insist on being bad then I am going to have to punish you… I am going to make you one very sore bad boy…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/600740/spankingart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 69px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/59114/spankingart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw Henchmen to the ground and with my stiletto pushed him down….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed my ankles and I came tumbling down on him we rolled around, I was fighting him but he was laughing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;the handcuffs locked in placed….   "What the…" he looked surprised…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoved him back as I sat straddling him, I grabbed his chin squeezing…..   so his mouth puckered, "if you scream.. I WILL gag you…"  I then gave him a big kiss ramming my tongue into his mouth…..  as my fingernails dug deep into his chest…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-117052349666701189?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/117052349666701189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=117052349666701189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/117052349666701189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/117052349666701189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/02/mazi-verse-time-for-henchie-to-be.html' title='Mazi-verse:  Time for Henchie to be punish'/><author><name>Frau Madgalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06732305219019585158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/scan0008.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116985437307601880</id><published>2007-01-26T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:32:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazi-verse:  Whose afraid of the big bad Maggie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/10970/fraumagdalena.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 191px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/320/328169/fraumagdalena.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/35137445"&gt;[This post written by evil Magdalena]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[As the two wrestle one falls into the river and the other grabs the remote…  She takes a few steps and presses a button….    A portal opens…      She presses the button again……   "Interesting".]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/231714/allhitlercomics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/320/560182/allhitlercomics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I walked in I saw the Kieser…   he was cussing in German…   " HURE!  Frau Fury ist ein Problem! Sie hast ….   Ah…  Frau Magdalena…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My lord and Sir…  So I take it Colonel Fury is being a trouble maker again.."  I say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ven are you going to take care of her and her stupid little underground rebellion?"  He asks… "Queen Bra is quite happy her brother has been killed.. You vouldn't know anything about that now vould you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My twin from another Universe has returned.."  I sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VAT!"  He screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry she has been killed…  I will take her place find the underground and kill Fury and our enemies once and for all…" I then smiled and walked over to him, "Before she died she drop this… It opens a door into her universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles….   " I can dominate not just one vorld but both universes!  You should go there at once!  Take Superman and Red Skull"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/771727/Superman__dark_tomorrow_by_Jero_da_DAMAJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 154px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/320/996270/Superman__dark_tomorrow_by_Jero_da_DAMAJA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shouldn't they stay to ensure Fury doesn’t get to cocky…"  I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO they should go vith you…   Do not fail me!"  He orders…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fetch Red Skull and Superman…  "Okay when we go through…   I want you both to take a low profile.. Learn what you can…    "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/803789/trunkslina.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/562172/trunkslina.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter the portal, we enter the capsule Corp…   We heard a voice and I laugh, "Looks like the Prince Trunks here is into the same things as the Prince in our universe…   Who is the Vampire-chic?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/31319/Maggan_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/726480/Maggan_II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman shook his head…   "Find out!" I commanded him…  "But not Now we don't want to be caught…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went  out…    At the Church everyone was shocked to see me…    I went to go to my room…  "Magdalena…   You are… back.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/795034/Magdalena_by_flipation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/539628/Magdalena_by_flipation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course.. Where else would I be fool?"  I sneered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you  been hanging around evil…  That...  that… Henchman…   Guy Abrahms"   the collared- stuttered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes and went to my room…   Picking up the phone, "Ja, get me the number of Guy Abrahms…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited a while…   "HI…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AMBER!" he said with excitement.. I resisted the temptation to ask whom…   "I take it this means you are back?"&lt;br /&gt;"and missing you.. Can I see you?"  I whispered…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/962965/fraumaggie2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/7283/fraumaggie2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/841647/fraumaggie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/995916/fraumaggie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure we just finished &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace3.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-landed-on-my-keys.html"&gt;this leg of the race.."&lt;/a&gt;  After he gave me directions I was off… This is perfect…  With a henchman at my side… I can do anything.. First thing we will need is money.. if I am going to finance our army…   I am sure an evil henchman will know how to get money fast…  Hopefully it will include killing someone , I am in the mood….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mr. Abrahms, they only think he is evil…  Wait until I get a hold of him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/1600/911815/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1957/4289/200/22039/06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116985437307601880?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116985437307601880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116985437307601880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116985437307601880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116985437307601880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/01/mazi-verse-whose-afraid-of-big-bad.html' title='Mazi-verse:  Whose afraid of the big bad Maggie?'/><author><name>Frau Madgalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06732305219019585158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/scan0008.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116905404007202195</id><published>2007-01-17T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:14:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazi-Verse... part 2 killing a prince</title><content type='html'>Colonel Fury brought me up on Current affairs giving me a complete history…  I looked at a photo…   "King Vegeta…  he rules the planet Vegeta with the rest of his Sayians."  She told me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Planet Vegeta was never destroyed?" I inquired…   "Colonel.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me Nickie… and no it's still there…   In fact they are strong Allies with the Nazis.." Fury stated through her teeth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hitler gave King Vegeta a human girl for Prince Vegeta….    This poor girl….  She is a slave…  treated badly by the Prince who is now King…  She was forced to give Prince Vegeta a son by King Vegeta the first before the King died and gave his throne to the Prince…   The Prince here…"   Nickie showed me a picture of Trunks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trunks…" I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prince Trunks spends more time than King Vegeta likes here…  When the Prince is here Hitler sends him women.. He spends most his time in bed with anywhere from 5 to 10 women…   "   Fury pour herself a cup of coffee, "but his favorite is Frau Magdalena." She showed me pictures of my twin wrapped provocatively around Prince Trunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is King Vegeta's policy?"  I inquired…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same as Hitler's.. Destroy the weak and train a world of perfect soldiers…"  Fury spat…  "We have always feared his involvement…  Hitler has too much muscle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but you cut of the head the body slowly withers and die… I need to kill my double." I pushed the photos away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF Hitler dies one of the others will take his place."  Fury throws the cup across the room… "Take your pick…  Red Skull… Superman….  King Vegeta…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There has to be away….  To find it I need to get close to Hitler." I shifted my weight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have someone on the inside…   I can lure Frau Magdalena away.."  Fury smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paced back and forth….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Twist came in and spoke…  "Okay it's been set come with me.."  He seemed so young to be fighting a war…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver passed me off to Wendy…   Wendy got me into the Palace….    "Hitler isn't here at the moment…  but when he returns he will want to speak with you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking the hall when I felt a hand on my bottom …. Then a warm body as hands slowly wrapped around me and began fondling my breast through breast plate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my dandelion.." It was Prince Trunks…. "I have been waiting to play.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww Prince Trunks.."  I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh didn't you hear.. my pathetic mother killed my father…  So I am King…  now…  Mother is with father, after all I couldn’t let her live to kill me next.."  He said bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a quick flick of my sword I severed his head…   I called Wendy, "Get rid of the body.. and head.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done.. King Vegeta will use this as an excuse to  go to war with us…"  She cried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King Vegeta has been killed…   "  Now I just needed to deal with Hitler…   I needed to kill my double first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an abandoned dock before me  was my evil double….   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we meet again.." She snarls….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted n time.. I used the spear slashing at her…   Every move she was able to match.. I knew this would be easy……   I dropped the remote .. I turned to it and then to my twin I kicked her and raised my sword….  It was time to end her evil….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly like something had bit me I felt several piercing shots…   "Sniper…  you had a sniper…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course….   " She smiled as I fell to my knees and stood taking the sword from my hand and running it into me…  "Die painfully."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprung up  my sword ready…  She kicked the sword and we began to wrestle….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[As the two wrestle one falls into the river and the other grabs the remote….]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116905404007202195?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116905404007202195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116905404007202195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116905404007202195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116905404007202195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/01/nazi-verse-part-2-killing-prince.html' title='Nazi-Verse... part 2 killing a prince'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116863913093989963</id><published>2007-01-12T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:58:50.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazi-Verse... part 1 Finding Allies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/mt_con_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/mt_con_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/01/maggies-visit.html"&gt;I was on my way to see Mr. Briefs when Guy appeared…&lt;/a&gt;   "I understand but at least I can see you off…" I hugged him practically leaping into his arms… After a deep kiss that weakened my knees he whispered in my ears, "So are we back to the old armor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled away and smiled, "I have to be who I am…  If you would search your heart then you could see you are also a good person.. We could…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/631272/wp_70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/64950/wp_70.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-bad-day.html"&gt;He covered my lips with his and then after a gentle kiss he whispered, "Let's not go there."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/01/maggies-visit.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to see Trunks…     After dodging Pantha and Bulma…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a special goodbye  I stepped through with the remote…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-did-jon-expect-anti-christ.html"&gt;So here I was….  Another Universe&lt;/a&gt; where one thing had changed the present my universe knew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of loosing Hitler won his prodigy had ruled the World with Red Skull and other bad guys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had … Nazi Superman…..    Those I called friend would now be my enemies and the bad guys were mostly still bad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no allies I was alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no plan and no idea on how I was going to help this universe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my mirror self was dead….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked I saw a large holo screen playing the Kiesers last address to the world.. There with him I learned to my dismay that she wasn't dead but very much alive….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could work to my advantage.. If I killed her and took her place…  I grabbed my spear….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the street I saw from the corner of my eye a shadow…  I am being followed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ducked in an Alley…   Threw my spear and it stabbed a head glimmer light , I drew a sword in one hand and a dagger with the other….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/841537/thumb_906227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/189102/thumb_906227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and ran up the bricks of the wall and backed flipped pointing my sword at the throat of the man who was following me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small teen-age boy…  "I know you…   You attacked the concentration camp and fought Frau Magdalena..  There is a curfew if you are caught…  Come… I want to show you something…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the boy after getting my spear…  "Your Name?  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Oliver Twist." He smiled wryly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him, "I am in no mood for jokes.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No joke…  Writers are prohibit publishing their writing before the Kieser has read them and approved…   Some writers in the hope to change ideas publish their books anyway with the help from the underground…  These books are outlawed and to protect our families we change are names to the characters of these books.."  He smiled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was in the underground…   "I will take you to Colonel Fury.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I did have an ally here… He should be a strong…..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/555372/franky-cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/892479/franky-cook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Colonel Nicole Josephine Fury…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look… "Well Fury back home is going to love this one!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116863913093989963?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116863913093989963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116863913093989963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116863913093989963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116863913093989963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/01/nazi-verse-part-1-finding-allies.html' title='Nazi-Verse... part 1 Finding Allies'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116794863927042303</id><published>2007-01-04T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:20:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from God finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-of-who.html"&gt;Guy was fighting himself&lt;/a&gt; while I was fighting this demon and death….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/87557/ultimate-x-men-20060524000557222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/213856/ultimate-x-men-20060524000557222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't keep my eye on Guy….    The demon summoned green demons and pulled me under into darkness away from guy separating us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/885390/ultimate-x-men-20060831111932750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/481396/ultimate-x-men-20060831111932750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept fighting….  I was being burned with balls of fire…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon laughed, "&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/death.html"&gt;Remember death! Your death!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the pain of the past....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/506000/Elm-Street-Spectre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/211139/Elm-Street-Spectre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon cackled, "&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/ressurection-part-1.html"&gt;Remember being ripped away from heaven&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the agony and wanting of death for the peace of heaven....  "No dear you are mine NO Heaven Gates this time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone-in-dark-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an image of me when I died and was turned into the angel appeared…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/80877/Dawnofday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 169px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/787561/Dawnofday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel said nothing at first just threw my spear down to me….  "Take it and become the Magdalena again!"  She said in my voice….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/506125/brom_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 123px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/3312/brom_death.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Demon changed into the Shroud of death, "Do you want to do that?  You left remember?  You are on a self quest to find your brother and &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-did-jon-expect-anti-christ.html"&gt;forgotten your promise to return to the other Universe!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Guy scream….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magdalena Angel cried out, "Take the spear… Remember who you are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/619065/AHRedSoniapt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/87065/AHRedSoniapt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death snarled, "And loose your freedom….   Loose your lover!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated but grabbed the spear…    Death howled in pain as I fought him off with kicks and acrobatics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon  I was in a hospital bed out of my dream….   "GUY!" I screamed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly tried to stand….     The doctors were fighting me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A needle was stuck in my arm and I blacked out….  I woke days later… Guy was sitting at my side a sleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake him…. I only left a note….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/854805/rs_7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/845911/rs_7a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dearest Guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I must do….   I must do this alone…..    I will return to you my love….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked and watched the sun go down and then returned to the church where I took my old armor and then left to find away into that dimension…..   &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-did-jon-expect-anti-christ.html"&gt;I would go and fight the Nazi there…  Free their world as I had promised…..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/705237/bd_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/924889/bd_1_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I only hoped that Guy would understand….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116794863927042303?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116794863927042303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116794863927042303' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116794863927042303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116794863927042303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2007/01/message-from-god-finale.html' title='A message from God finale'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116665179186647369</id><published>2006-12-20T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:03:36.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from God part 5.. TX helps Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/2935/1600/672999/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/2935/200/829650/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the scalding blood from my eyes… For sometime I was fighting blind… Marshal arts didn't work to well and this creature summoned by hell actually enjoyed pain….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hit me and I saw as an image of myself as the Magdalena left me……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting to get my sight back… badly wounded &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/12/visit-from-future.html"&gt;I stood the environment around me changed and Guy walked through a veil and ran over to me….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreamscape.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber," Guy said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that really you?" I coughed as blood came up from my internal injuries…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on?"  He asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She turned her back on him so now her soul is mine!" the voice said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not let you kill her." Guy screamed in rage….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy don't you could loose your soul." I cried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His Soul? HIS SOUL already belongs to me….   And YOU should choose your boyfriends better." The creature cackled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Guy….   God took the blood covenant away….    I don't have the power of the Magdalena anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have me…." Guy said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn’t have been selfish… It was the people at the church not God…   I should have never stop being the Magdalena…   I have to get it back Guy then I have to go back….   He showed me the deeds of the church because he wanted me to clean it not leave it.."  I gasp…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy then flew a side as the demon came to fight me again…   "HOW sweet makes me want to puke…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slammed me into the ground and got into my face….   "What will you do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY DREAM !!! …. MY RULES!" I pulled a dagger magically from my boot and slashed his arm lifted my leg and kicked him away…. I then opened my arms and drew fire to me as electricity and fore build around me I threw it at him like a ball….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, someone knows she can shape her dreams….  But can you shape his and save a love..:" the demon cackled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Guy then split into two people…  His good side and his bad side…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did it mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116665179186647369?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116665179186647369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116665179186647369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116665179186647369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116665179186647369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/12/message-from-god-part-5-tx-helps-guy.html' title='A message from God part 5.. TX helps Guy'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116621217738613075</id><published>2006-12-15T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:49:45.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from God part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/duel.html"&gt;I woke with the Night Nurse&lt;/a&gt;…  "What Happened…" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like you impaled yourself through both hands.. Into Crucifixion are we?"  The nurse left the room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Guy walked in and kissed me…  "Amber  are you okay…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him returned, "Yes I wish I knew what happened…"&lt;br /&gt;Guy kissed me again this time he was a little rough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy stop.." I pushed him away and saw this hideous thing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/500004/Nightmare-On-Elm-Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/320/814691/Nightmare-On-Elm-Street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong Magdalena… Don't you like bad boys anymore!" He howled and then cut me with his razor sharp claws….  I felt them cut and saw my stomach bleed as I woke with a gasp….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare I thought at first then realized it hurt…. I looked down and saw my belly open from the cut as my guts started to spill slowly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy ran in grabbing my insides and screaming for a nurse as all went black….&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my eyes tried to become adjusted.. as I looked around…   Nurses and Doctors circled my bed and one nurse escorted Guy out… I saw my boyfriend fighting her.. he looked as if he was calling to someone in the bed but I was standing away…  As I looked over to the bed I stood next to I saw myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazzling lights danced from above and then a voice screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHO DO YOU SERVE! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the sound of a heavy door-shutting close… all was black…   No sounds no images…   not at first.. then there was a clang clang clang…   "Welcome Magdalena, or do you prefer Maggie or is Amber these days…" The voices moved in and through the shadows dancing and teasing with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly something jumped out and grabbed me "Gotcha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOT HER! We got her back… " the Dr said as I gasp for air… "Okay lets mover her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the needle sticking into me….   I screamed past the breathing mask at Guy, "No don't let them put me to sleep…    It's him….    He is…… trying… to .. kill… me…….. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before  I could finish I was down again… I didn't know if Guy understood me through the mask… He kept telling me it would be okay while a nurse told him I must me suicidal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed Guy believed her….   But I wasn't suicidal…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/460956/Elm-Street-Spectre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/320/814490/Elm-Street-Spectre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome again princess.." He was back….    "Shall we play Nightmare! Hahahahahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw acid in my eyes...... and they bled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Drs work while Guy watches, Suddenly the Madgalena's eyes begin to bleed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/534675/BELL%20OF%20HELL%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 77px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/320/636734/BELL%20OF%20HELL%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116621217738613075?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116621217738613075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116621217738613075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116621217738613075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116621217738613075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/12/message-from-god-part-4.html' title='A message from God part 4'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116543860094157957</id><published>2006-12-06T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:58:05.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from God part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/ladies-and-gents-mess-with-me-all-you.html"&gt;[Guy knows he has to hunt Jericho down… He watches the girls fight. He knows that when one knocks out or kills the other then he ask the survivor where Jericho is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/416878/30cCassidy_Sharp_Darkwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/94360/30cCassidy_Sharp_Darkwatch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/ladies-and-gents-mess-with-me-all-you.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy wins and Guy grabs her, "Where is Amber and Jericho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs, "Oh don't worry. Jericho is going to have a little fun for your lonely little Amber.   Then… he is going to kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy raises a fist then hesitates only to open his clenched hand and growl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy laughs, "Sleep with me and I will tell you…  Don't and her body will be delivered to you in pieces…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice try!" Guy says dryly as he looks up and sees a light, "That could only be made by her spear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the henchman locks the voluptuous woman in a room he takes off….]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Bounty hunter/henchman for hire, Jericho had grabbed me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/809330/Red-Sonja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/564312/Red-Sonja.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got your money why are." I screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "It is a matter of honor my dear lady. I got paid to do a job… So I shall…  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my spear, "Holy Light…" blinding him he ran…   It was the Vampire blood in him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was in trouble, he may have ran to shadows but he was still around… waiting to kill me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jericho!  I call you out! Hermano a Hermano…  Henchman to henchman!" Guy yelled jumping down next to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me alone!" I cried, "I will deal with this! You just go back to the the the harpy….  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, it wasn't as it look!" Guy sighed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lover's quarrel?" Jericho said as he jumped from one shadow to another…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jericho!  A duel… I win you tell Amber the truth that you set me up with your Harlot to look as if I was cheating on her! " Guy yelled to moving shadows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy stop it!" I yelled as he grabbed me and kissed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, it is you. Only you I promise…." He looked me in the eyes, "I promise, you know how I hate you to do that thing you do with the heart…  but do it and you will see… I am not lying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need to I could see he wasn't lying….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww, isn't it sweet….  Old West rules Henchman Abrahms? Only instead of noon say midnight?  You know the sun and I have ….  Disagreements." Jericho teases in a hiss like a rattlesnake….  With the jangle of his spurs he very well could be a rattlesnake…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agreed! After you leave Amber alone!" Guy yelled…&lt;br /&gt;"can't! I was paid already to do a job… The job must be done… I would hate for my rep to be … colored….  You know this." Jericho was getting on my nervous and I called for my spear to shine again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The man who put the hit out on Amber is dead.. its null…   I can get the Union to call you off because it is NULL!" Guy yelled….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you use your Union to do that, I will respect their request… because it is not my rep that would be tainted then but YOURS!  But of course I am sure you hanging around the Magdalena has already hurt business." Jericho let out a laugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/710719/Clock2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/221569/Clock2000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want a fight Jericho, bring it! " I screamed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! if he wants to have the union interfere then so be it….  But I still want my duel!" the voice faded with the sound of a galloping horse leaving….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want Guy to leave as a henchman, to be good... I do not want him to fight Jerricho or ......   do anything that would ....  lets just say it is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy won't listen... He is going after Jerricho....&lt;br /&gt;As he was getting ready i was washing of the dirt from my hands.... I plugged the sink and let the water run....&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/389756/madverdei-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/856201/madverdei-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;"WHO DO YOU SERVE! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!"&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/842066/brom_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/320/61986/brom_death.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHE IS NOW MINE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber?" Guy shook me, "Good GOD!" he screamed as he grabbed a towel.... the sink was over flowing from the water and my hands ......   Bleeding from the palms as if someone had impaled them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/1600/978149/Blood_Hands_Drop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2841/2119/200/786743/Blood_Hands_Drop.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Wha?" I was confused....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber what did you do?" Guy asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just came in to wash my hands..." I said starting to pass out from blood loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber you have been in here for 4 hours." Guy said as he tried to put pressure on my wrist and carried me out "phone for an abulance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things were spinning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116543860094157957?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116543860094157957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116543860094157957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116543860094157957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116543860094157957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/12/message-from-god-part-3.html' title='A message from God part 3'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116353566693419191</id><published>2006-11-14T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:15:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from God part 2</title><content type='html'>Well it snuck up on me... My 100th Post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/putting-baldy-in-his-place.html"&gt;So Guy&lt;/a&gt; and I was taking a plane to Denver…  He handed me a photo…&lt;br /&gt;"This is the last known picture of Sister Praxis," He then fiddle with more papers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No records of my brother, not even a name… " I sighed and rubbed my forehead….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voiced boomed in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"WHO DO YOU SERVE! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my forehead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Damn it Amber," Guy grabbed a paper napkin and placed it on my nose, "Flight attendant can we get some help here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled his hand away and saw the blood, "It is okay Guy it's just a nose bleed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure Amber?" He caressed my face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, I have this migraine, if you don't mind I am going to close my eyes…" I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slept I saw myself now and saw myself as I was before…  The way I was attacked me… She had the Spear of Destiny…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost balance in the middle of battle and she lifted the spear to strike….  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MAGDALENA&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber?" Guy woke me.. "You okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah? We in Denver?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you are also having nightmares again. " Guy stated clearly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know but…. Can we not talk about it." I sighed as we left the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into the hotel and I was in the tub soaking… I must have fell a sleep  when I woke I heard laughter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/cheat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/cheat.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walked in the other room and saw Guy lying on the bed this Vampire bitch with large milk glands straddling him .. Guy had a hold of both her wrist and was laying in nothing but his birthday suit…. He sat up and she kissed him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GUY!" I yelled and ran from the room grabbing some cloths on my way out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing as I was running I could here Guy calling after me…. Then from the night someone flew down and grabbed me…  "Jerrico!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116353566693419191?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116353566693419191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116353566693419191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116353566693419191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116353566693419191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/11/message-from-god-part-2.html' title='A message from God part 2'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116299705399330192</id><published>2006-11-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:44:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from God part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/putting-baldy-in-his-place.html"&gt;We left the party. Guy tip the driver $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"300?" I asked.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/wallet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/wallet.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/putting-baldy-in-his-place.html"&gt;"I didn't, Charles did." He showed me the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, you didn't" I was horribly shocked but laughed.  "Now let's get out of these clothes and into bed."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night of exhilarating passion Guy slept like a babe…  I took Charles wallet and 300 $ of my money…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorman knocked lightly, "You rang ma am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes please take this quickly to this address."  I handed the man an envelope inside was  a note and  Charles' wallet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then returned to bed, watching my lover sleep… His muscles sparkling in the moonlight….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I going to do with you Guy?" I said as I kissed him gently and snuggled in beside him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to sleep because to morrow we would be heading to Denver to find Sister Praxis and hopefully my brother….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I felt Charles thoughts in my head, "You know it was a test… I needed to know if you still stood for good or if you had been coerced into being evil.  Thank you for returning my wallet."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/misc_wallet_9052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/misc_wallet_9052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t answer him with my thoughts…   I think the picture said enough... just cuddled next to Guy. He rolled and pulled me into his muscular body whispering my name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I laid, knowing I had to sleep but not going to sleep…    Finally as I drifted.. Memories of &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/ressurection-part-1.html"&gt;my death &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/ressurection-part-1.html"&gt;resurrection&lt;/a&gt; had begun to return….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Dawnofday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Dawnofday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A voiced boomed from a fiery flame,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHO DO YOU SERVE! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/images_products_art_ART-MD001w_250pixels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/images_products_art_ART-MD001w_250pixels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/images_products_art_ART-MD001w_250pixels.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO ARGHHHHHHHHHH" I woke screaming and Guy reached over to me and cradled me..  I turned into his chest sobbing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is just a nightmare… Just a bad dream…." Guy whispered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not serve myself but the need of others….  I do not serve myself…"  I cried….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116299705399330192?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116299705399330192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116299705399330192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116299705399330192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116299705399330192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/11/message-from-god-part-1.html' title='A message from God part 1'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116269207963503577</id><published>2006-11-04T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:01:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/dress.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/dress.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-let-out-me-breath-slowly.html"&gt;Guy and I got ready for the Party… &lt;/a&gt;  I walked out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"promise me tonight there will be no union work." I called to him as I put on an earring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me no Hero work then," He called to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deal. " I agreed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/fades-party.html"&gt;The I heard the door opened and he walked out…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/guysuit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/guysuit.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW… Guy Maybe we shouldn't go.. I mean you look too good. All the ladies will be wanting you…" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just smiled…   As we entered the room and was announced I saw Professor Xavier… I pointed… "That is the one that claimed to be my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is your ex, Amber…and it was pretty low…" Guy growled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter," I held guy close…  "Shall we dance…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced and then had a little wine…  We were standing at the table where Guy was nibbling on my ear when I heard the wheels of Charles wheel chair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/maggie-guy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/maggie-guy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber….. Henchman… If I may ask why are you two here?" Charles stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, "Look I don't remember you but I do remember when you came claiming you were my boyfriend and you promised to return… You lied and then you forgot me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he was always doing that which is why you broke up with him…" Guy added…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you just wait a second! That isn't entirely the truth." Xavier defended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade walked over, "I don't mean to be interrupting but I could sense some tension."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Fade, "Hi, I am Amber. I have been suffering from amnesia..  I was wondering if you could help me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy pulled me close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I don't think I can help." Fade said then looked at the Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can help you Amber that is if you still want my help." He calmly stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, Amber don't he will alter your memories or something.. Then you will forget me… or worse.  You can not trust him. Just let your memories comeback on their own." Guy protested…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have accepted that Amber is now with you." Charles confessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate not remembering. But Guy is right. You did lie about being my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fade, do you mind dancing with Amber a bit. I would like to speak with ….  Guy." Charles  ordered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Fade and began to dance, "You think this to be wise?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116269207963503577?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116269207963503577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116269207963503577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116269207963503577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116269207963503577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/11/fading-party.html' title='Fading party'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116248560960921879</id><published>2006-11-02T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:01:37.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 11: finding Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/julia-large.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/julia-large.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I continue to try to remember things…  Nothing will come to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman named Betty called this Professor X, but we have discovered the phones are down and &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/11/battle-was-growing-heated.html"&gt;there are rumors to be fighting in the area.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead she and I have been searching for Guy.  &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-back-home.html"&gt;I wish I knew who he was&lt;/a&gt;. Right now he is a man in my dreams. When I sleep I can see him but as soon as I open my eyes his face vanishes from my memory.  All I have is feelings. The feeling he needs me and the feeling that he is important. I see a scar. It is unique this scar… I awake calling his names but that is it...  A Name, a scar and feelings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only the name Guy, it wasn't going to be easy to find him… Letting our fingers do the walking through a phone book we called everyone with the name Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last name… I crossed my fingers, "Hello, Guy….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking…" His southern accent wasn't familiar at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are calling about a friend of yours…  One that has been missing. Do you have a scar?" He didn't seem to recognize my voice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady I don't know what you're talking about, now if you will excuse me I have to get ready for my show."  He snapped…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung the phone up and threw it across the room…&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, Magdalena. Perhaps your Guy's phone is unlisted or he doesn’t live in New York. We will find him…  " She was kind and endearing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the newspaper.. the headlines read, "Teen arrested for defacing the Lincoln memorial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tossed it a side and was sitting thinking…&lt;br /&gt;"I will make dinner, how about something Italian." Betty asked politely…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged and she walked over and picked up the newspaper…  From the corner I saw Abra…  I snatched the newspaper… " The memorial was erected in honor of Abraham Lincoln….   " I threw it down , "no that isn't right…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it…. " Betty inquired…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a moment.... The name was familiar but it isn't right…" I sighed…"I am going to rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have been sleeping a lot." Betty patted my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her I sighed, "It is the only way I can be with him at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slept Betty left. She was still gone when I woke…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her, "Where were you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped and stated in a startled voice, "Oh my……  I … I … No where…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am asking you again!  Where were you!"  I asked firmly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No where just looking around, you know window shopping." She was lying and it was clearly obvious….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile ….    Henchman's phone rings….&lt;br /&gt;As he looks he sees it is from the Local Union's office…&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, what is it?" He answers….&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, this is Ned, there was an old lady here, I think she was looking for you.  She came in all nervous. Had a small piggy bank, wanted to pay us to find someone.  It looks like it was the broad's social security.  She said she wasn't sure about the name…  The old hen said Abraham Guy, or something to that affect. She knows the person she is looking for is named Guy but not if it is the first middle or last name and that he may have a name like Abraham.  Guy, she talked about the scar. The broad wouldn't leave a name, address or a number. Seemed a bit spooked any way she said that she would come by tomorrow to see if we had any information. Thought you should know."  The man on the other line stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah thanks, I will be there tomorrow. "&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/darkwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 46px; height: 77px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/darkwatch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Guy Abrams enters the Union and meets with Ned, ignoring the dark shadow sitting with the other henchmen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/darkness2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/darkness2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ned, I am going to stand over in the corner, when the old lady comes in signal me but tell her you have nothing to come back later." Guy smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure thing." Ned nods…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman stands in a dark corner and waits….Taking in the scenery of the room.. He notices the Henchmen and one in particular. A dark figure with his lady friends…  The Dark figure nods at the Henchman and Guy nods back in respect for his fellow henchman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/721Tala_Darkwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/721Tala_Darkwatch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the female companions walks over with a drink…  "Hi, I am Tala, thought you might want a beer."  She wraps an arm around henchman and presses her body close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Won't your boyfriend get jealous?" Guy asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darkwatch#Jericho_Cross"&gt;Jericho&lt;/a&gt;?  He is my partner not my boyfriend, besides who do you think sent me and the beer over." Tala teases…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy pulls away, "Thanks but I am …. Not available."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girlfriend?" the woman purrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." Guy nods as he takes a swallow of the beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what is her name?" The Girl continues to flirt…&lt;br /&gt;"Amber." Guy responds…&lt;br /&gt;"Amber what?" Tala presses her body close and whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy pulls away, "Sorry, but Amber is special and you couldn't compare to the Magdalena."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-7-killing-beast.html"&gt;The Magdalena? I heard she was dead…&lt;/a&gt;" The woman took Guy's hand and placed it between her cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do us both a favor and go back to …uh.. Jericho." Guy stated pulling away from the girl…]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early, I heard Betty, she was already up and getting dressed. She looked in at me. I laid still and pretended to be a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she slipped out I followed…&lt;br /&gt;She went to this building and I waited outside…   Hmmm   Local Union…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She entered I could see a man nod but not at who, then I saw her talk to him…   Soon she left again…  Why was she here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left she turned into a dark alley…  I climbed the building… I would crossover the roof tops and come down in front of her…  I would find out what Betty was doing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[As Betty leaves from talking with Ned she turns down a dark alley…  She stops to pet a poor hungry cat. Reaching in her purse she pulls out a sandwich and feeds the cat…  Guy, a well-trained henchman observes from the door.  As Betty continues to stroll down the street, he follows….  His cell vibrates he ducks in a shadow and answers it with a whisper, "Yeah, Ned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You left before I could tell you. The person who got paid on your girl friend's hit, was a freelancer named Jericho." Ned states and Guy straightens up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn how could I be so sloppy." Guy states looking around as he sees from a dark shadow a figure and realizes he is being followed. The figure deliberately walks out for Guy to see him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/highmoon.sized.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/highmoon.sized.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy then hears in a low mutter a voice,  a familiar voice… "Amber?" he thinks as he watches the dark figure, whom didn't seem to hear the voice. Guy fights the desire to look at Amber and moves to walk away. he bumps a can and looks a way for a second, a second to much as the hunting henchman has disappeared once again.]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betty….  " I jumped down and faced her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magdalena, you shouldn't be here." Betty stuttered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you here? Have you betrayed me?" I asked….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the words left my mouth I heard a noised…  I looked and saw….      That face…..   I knew that face… it was him from my dream… I smiled and walked toward him…  He shook his head at me and then looked toward a dark rooftop….    Then turned away as if he didn't know me and began to walk in the opposite direction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GUY!" I yelled …  He turned a look of fear in his face as I saw the red glowing eyes look down at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/39175_M.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/39175_M.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, get down!" he yelled as he dove for me…   The dark shadow jumped down firing guns and a frail body ran past me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/jeri.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/jeri.1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guy landed on my body using his as a shield as he summoned a dark beast… the cold dark silent night was shattered by a shriek of pain…&lt;br /&gt;"Betty?"  I pushed Guy to the side and rose…  He stood grabbing me in a very protective manner…  His dark beast hovered, the shadow of Jericho was gone and Betty was on the ground ….  She had ran past me and put herself in front of the gunman's bullets preventing them from hitting Guy or me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to her as Guy scouted around with his dark beast….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry Magdalena, this was a bad idea…" She cried as blood soaked the ground…" I am sorry Magdalena. Do not be angry. I wasn't meaning to be bad by asking the Local Union for help.  You were sad, I was just hoping they could find him.  I should of known better, I am sorry…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy walked to me and checked me stating, "Jericho is gone for now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betty, No I am sorry.  You were trying to help me…..   and you did…. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty looked at him, "Is this him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him then down at her, "Yes it is.  I am starting to remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "He is handsome, please take care of her."   Betty then died…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/grjg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/grjg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to weep and Guy lifted me up, "Amber we have to go. It is too dangerous here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy took me to his home….   Some of my memories are still foggy and some still elude me, but slowly they are returning…   I need to find this nun who knows of my brother, but Guy feels I shouldn't go in my condition…  He has suggested we attend &lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/10/invitation.html"&gt;this party…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, I am still not clear, who killed Greene?" He wouldn't answer me, "Guy? Alright what about this Jericho. You said he got paid for killing me. So with the Cardinal dead, there is no price on my head anymore. Why is he still after me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henchman code… He got paid for a job.. The job isn't technically done until you are dead. His rep is on the line. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head….. He went to get some take out and when he got home, we had dessert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/15559219_l.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/15559219_l.1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116248560960921879?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116248560960921879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116248560960921879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116248560960921879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116248560960921879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/11/answering-to-past-part-11-finding-guy.html' title='Answering to the past: part 11: finding Guy'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116156460133083198</id><published>2006-10-22T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:50:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 10: Meeting Xavier but who is Guy?</title><content type='html'>The old woman came in with a man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber," He said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up very unsure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is okay, I know you have lost your memories but we are together." Xavier told me …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something didn't feel right, if only I could remember. "I am sorry I do not remember you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it is okay, I know someone is trying to hurt you. I want to bring you to the School and have Hank look at you. I a going to get Scott and be back for you later. Is this okay?" He said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the old woman and shook my head, "I guess.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your hesitant I understand, it is normal. After all you don't know your name or who you are." Charles stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left after leaving us a number…  The hours passed but Xavier didn't return…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/10/x-men-vs-kodiak-begins.html"&gt;Something must have happened&lt;/a&gt;." The Old Woman stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, maybe the person trying to kill me got to him." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried to call it's busy." The old woman began packing things, "I think we should leave and hide elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped me in a wheel chair, my guts felt like they would spill out on the floor and I was so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was at a small house in Jersey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was my sisters house, I lost her last year.  I will keep trying Mr. Xavier. " She handed me a tea, "but you should rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slept I had a dream of a face that was so far a way….   I woke….  "Easy Amber, it is okay." She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw someone, I wanted to see his face, needed but it just faded…" I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Guy?" She inquired…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?" I cried more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/finding-magdalena.html"&gt;"Guy, you were calling for him… " She whispered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116156460133083198?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116156460133083198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116156460133083198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116156460133083198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116156460133083198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-10-meeting.html' title='Answering to the past: part 10: Meeting Xavier but who is Guy?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116137036566267835</id><published>2006-10-20T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:52:45.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 9: a bonefide boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>I woke again…  I felt weak…..  The old woman came to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here Dear drink this tea, special healing herbs." She spoke kindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up and sipped at the tea, "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An old Nun, actually an old former nun.  I gave up being a sister when I saw a little corruption happening in the church. I pretty much keep up with my duties, I go to the hospital, help sick children, bring toys to the orphanage," She lifted an hand made doll and hand carved horse, "Okay so their not fisherprice or playmobile, but to child in an orphanage they are gifts of pure gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled and went back to her crochet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I?" I asked, hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes seems you have a touch of amnesia. You are the Magdalena, a special girl. I am sorry, I don't know much about you personally, other than you’re an angle sent blessing. Oh and that some bad men want to kill you." She said rocking back and forth, "One shot you, I though he had succeeded in killing you.  You were lucky. I knew he would come back if the news didn't advertise your death, so ….  I did a horrible thing… A young girl on drugs died, she over dosed, and I took her dead body and put your cloths on her. I then shot her with a gun as you had been done and burned her finger tips off. It was wrong but I have to protect you and if they think you're dead, they won't come after you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat taking in all she said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really don't remember being the Magdalena?" She asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, do you know why they want me dead?" I inquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rumor has it you went rogue, left the church. I guess for the same reasons I did." She explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have family?" I finished the tea off and she took the cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not that I know, &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-many-plots-so-little-time.html"&gt;I think you had a boyfriend but I am not sure who&lt;/a&gt;. The police would know. I could go and see who visited the body." She said, "but how would I know it wasn't someone who was trying to kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurt and I got dizzy… "um um…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh deary you rest don't worry, I will figure something out." She said as she covered me up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt everything go dark…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[ The Old Woman dresses and goes to the Police station…  &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/finding-magdalena.html"&gt;They was chatter about a monster being there earlier and the old woman shivers&lt;/a&gt;…    She looks  around and sees so many people waiting,  a handsome man wearing a designer suit in wheel chair , police,  crooks…  "Oh how would I know who her boyfriend was…." She thinks to herself   "Perhaps I could help." The older man comes forward…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?"  The old woman steps back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/charliewallet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/charliewallet.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Charles Xavier, I am here to identify a body." The gentleman says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could this be her boyfriend?" the old woman thinks to herself, "I wish I knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier pulls a photo from his wallet, "Is she alive?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie-charlie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie-charlie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you are her boyfriend…  She can't remember who she is, or anyone else… or anything…  Some people are trying to kill her." The Old Woman said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"henchman? Does she remember him?" Xavier asks with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No not anyone who tried to kill her." The old woman said misunderstand the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Good, yes I am Maggie… Amber's Boyfriend can I see her?" Xavier states with a smile]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116137036566267835?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116137036566267835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116137036566267835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116137036566267835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116137036566267835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-9-bonefide_20.html' title='Answering to the past: part 9: a bonefide boyfriend?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116129358334235994</id><published>2006-10-19T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:33:03.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 8: dead cold silence</title><content type='html'>I stir awake…  "What happened? Who am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy, you nearly died… Sleep…  Sleep…" The woman says to me and I close my eyes and sleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/968/2907/1600/AEN_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/968/2907/200/AEN_140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old woman turns on  the TV….   "Police took the body of the Magdalena to the Morgue, closest friends and the church has been notified.  Sources claim that Professor Xavier will be coming to identify and claim the body since &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-of-saiyan.html"&gt;Guy Abrahm has not responded to their calls&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116129358334235994?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116129358334235994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116129358334235994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116129358334235994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116129358334235994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-8-dead-cold.html' title='Answering to the past: part 8: dead cold silence'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116068281602044156</id><published>2006-10-12T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:53:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 7: killing the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie5.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was hunting the Beast…   I knew who was using him but where he was hiding the thing…&lt;br /&gt;I decided the best way was to provoke Greene make the Cardinal use his beast against me… So I dressed as if I was meeting reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cardinal, I think you have some explaining to do," I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Greene looked at me and I smiled, "I know about the Beast I have proof you killed Cardinal Hermann.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really and I suppose you are taking it to the police?" He said picking up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No you probably paid them off.  I was thinking of more going to the press.   It would be hard for the Pope to look away. I am on my way now to get the evidence from Guy. I wanted to give you the chance to turn yourself in."  Okay it was a lie, I had no such evidence and I wasn't sure where Guy was and he didn't have any evidence for me, but Greene didn't know this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had evidence…" he lowered the phone…  He was buying though he tried to act as if he wasn't.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away, "SO you won't give yourself in?  Cardinal," I lifted my hand to his heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slapped my hand away, "Leave and take your cursed powers with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left walking out and soon I could sense the Beast…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/mag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/mag.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was red fury with a shadowy black mist of doom that surrounded him like an aura….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His aura was free like a loose cloak just tied at the thickness of his body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it was demonic screaming demon skulls and faces in its clouded doom…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/battles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/battles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can not believe the Church experimented on you through satanic rituals!"  I yelled grabbing the spear of destiny… It was clear now what they had done, they had empowered the beast with the blood of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the Spears Holy light to sicken the beast…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rest in Hell!" I screamed as I plunged it into him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beast exploded in light and then blood that reeked of pure evil…   It was dead but the blood it carried to curse it was pure evil thus I became weakened by a sickness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/darkwatch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/darkwatch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed away into a near by abandoned building and tried&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-it-rains.html"&gt; Guy again…&lt;/a&gt; I knew I would need him to help me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still No answer…. I stood still very wobbly and faced a man… but he was no man entirely, he was a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Lady, but that is awfully a lot of money you got there on yer head missy." I heard him say as the shots were fired….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shot pierced my left shoulder the next my right side and third my upper thigh…  I fell, crawling away from the man…  He twirled the old time 6 shooter and placed it in some western style holster… Then he pulled out a more modern weapon.  He walked up to me and put his foot on my rear pushing me down on the ground where I was crawling…   "Well now if ya don't look like sum kind of yellar belly lizard." I saw his show point the gun….  BANG….   The bullet pierced my back, He sneered, "M9, Beretta 92FS 9mm is the standard issue side arm for most military ... took off a man I killed when I started my mercenary jobs as a henchman. It carries 15 rounds, 14 in the magazine, one in the camber. That thar was the first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/jericho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BANG!  I heard the next shot as it was fired into my back and the sting of its penetration… He began to count off the shots as he fired, "two, three, four, five," my body went numb with pain as I found I couldn’t crawl from under his boot or even struggle any longer, "six, seven, eight, nine," I coughed and the blood came up in my throat to my lips as the blood poured out from under me, "ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and one to die on." He laughed as if he had made a humorous joke and fired the last thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/dw_heavy_metal_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/dw_heavy_metal_pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger lifted his boot and I heard as he released the magazine and reloaded his gun with a fresh one….  "My name is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darkwatch#Jericho_Cross"&gt;Jericho, Jericho Cross.&lt;/a&gt;" He walked off and put his arm around 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jangle of his spurs was the last sound I heard…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile the Union informs their members over the wires that a privateer has killed the Magdalena…   At the scene of the murder, corners wheel a body out in a black bag…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere at the Temple…  Cardinal Greene sneers, "What do you mean the Spear is missing?  Never mind, as soon as we initiate the New Magdalena she will…"&lt;br /&gt;A Priest interrupts, "It isn't working."&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Greene yells, "What?  Why isn't it working? The old Magdalena is dead!"]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116068281602044156?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116068281602044156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116068281602044156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116068281602044156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116068281602044156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-7-killing-beast.html' title='Answering to the past: part 7: killing the Beast'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-116024724929338221</id><published>2006-10-07T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:46:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 6: Speaking with a dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/02Red%20Sonja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/02Red%20Sonja.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the unknown library of the Dragons, at the café I found Harold…  He was a small dragon that loved to learn about Human activities…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give Harold another, on me…" I said flashing him a grin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want me to pour his drink on you?" the bartender a little gnome asked in confusion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you stupid bump of flesh, she is buying… Just pour my drink." Harold stated shaking his head and then looked at me, "Sorry these Gnomes aren't familiar with Human slang… You're lucky this one speaks human at all… So The Magdalena…  new look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Brass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Brass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I left the Church 's employment…" I said sitting next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They weren't too happy I bet." Harold watched as I sat down…  I knew I had to watch Harold he had Human female fetishes…   I know he has a daughter who is a half drac…  She is suppose to be quite beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They weren't happy at all.  I am here to ask you about a Cryptid…" I sat at the bar and took a green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you thought you would ask a Cryptid about a Cryptid" Harold winked and teased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cardinal Harold was killed, The creature also attacked me…  It left a part of itself behind and in the Cardinal that kept his last memory. However the creature that attacked me looked like a Nain Rouge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gnome dropped some glasses and Harold leaned over, "Take a break friend…" He turned to me, "Nain Rouge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There isn't much information…" I started to state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For good reason… Some believe it to be a dwarf or gnome…  'The harbinger of doom.'  " Harold sipped his drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was not much information, except about apparent attacks in Detroit." I sat closer and whispered, "Harold I need to know what I am dealing with here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't a dwarf or a gnome… It is a mutated human, small human.   A deformed Hump back… Frenchman also a twin.  The superstition at the time claimed they were beasts…  The Church said their mother was a harlot and being punished for her sins. One was owned by a Frenchman that took him to the US he escaped and befriended some native Americans… The other was mistreated and owned by Jean Chastel. He used the man to commit murders…" Harold continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Beast of "I nodded everything was beginning to fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Both hated the Church … Their mutation wasn't like the mutation of Mutants today, it was more of a de-evolution, birth defect.  The surviving brother raped several young girls and had children. Each child was grossly deformed like the father…  The children were outcasts and became violently aggressive against the human kind…  The Story for each generation has been the same over the last 150 years. Except, that 20 years ago certain members of the Church collected all within the bloodline of these Frenchman… They have experimented with them and created monsters… but only one survived the experiments.  They use him from time to time but normally they keep him locked away."   Harold took a drink…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-back-on-track.html"&gt;I sighed and my beeper went off, It was Guy with information about the Nun…. She was in Denver…. &lt;/a&gt;"Harold do you know where the church keeps him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you would know more than I would…  Is this important?" Harold pointed at my beeper…&lt;br /&gt;"It's from my boyfriend… Information on my brother, or well someone who might know how I can find him." I sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Magdalena has a brother? Careful, it is said that if a male ever came from the blood line of your Christ that he would…." Harold sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know… He could have powers of the divine but being imperfect he could choose a path of evil just as easily as a path of righteous…   I think it was a lie the church used to keep the women of the bloodline in fear of having a boy." I sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No there is the prophecy of the second coming… though much of your beliefs are distorted by the church…  So how is Mutant friend." Harold teased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not with Professor Xavier. My boyfriend now is Guy Abrahm. He is…." I paused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An henchman, I know of him…You said you left the church not that you switched sides?" Harold stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has a good heart and can change." I defended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you asked him to change? Did he say he would for you? I think you want to believe that he will change. " Harold nodded in a matter of fact way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Harold but I have to go," I said taking my leave… I needed to deal with the Beast before heading to Denver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Guy, but got no answer….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile Tony Stark informs a secretary, "As soon as Agent Brolly gets in I want to know…  Henchman hasn't won… Soon after Brolly deals with Henchman, the Magdalena is to be added back on the wanted list…"]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-116024724929338221?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/116024724929338221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=116024724929338221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116024724929338221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/116024724929338221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-6-speaking-with.html' title='Answering to the past: part 6: Speaking with a dragon'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115990639837194909</id><published>2006-10-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:46:07.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part5  attacked by the beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/TravisCharestDarkPhoenixcol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/TravisCharestDarkPhoenixcol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was growing tired and had found myself blocked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the Cardinal would have some information in his journals…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack up and went to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Green wasn't about, I began going through the later Cardinal Hermann's things.  His journals… Missing… in fact all of his stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the fireplace was lit. Strange since it isn't cold enough for a fireplace. Then I noticed that someone had thrown something in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and poked the ashes, yup…  the missing Journals and belongings…  I picked up a burnt piece of paper….   It was a report about my brother but no photo, no name, no address…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, anyone could be my brother…  I folded what was left of the paper…. I may be able to find a lead somewhere later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/AHRedSoniapt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/AHRedSoniapt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard some movement….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked toward the door when a creature moving both on 2 and then on four legs came at me… It was smaller than me, red fur… Almost a man but not quite… It had claws on its hands, tusk and fang….  Its breath was bad…  In fact when it breathed on me a dark smoke spilled… It was like poison and weakened me as the creature attacked and threw me from the office into the Temple hall and into the pews…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/creature23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/creature23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spat up blood as it jumped and landed feet first into my back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a gorilla it beat on my back with great strength….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached for the scabbard… On the open end is a gold band if I twist it the bottom end opens and lifts half way exposing the blade of my sword. Pushing the hilt to the floor as the creature leapt in the air he came down hard on my blade and pulled away howling in pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled up but by the time I turned around he was gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nearest Library…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing research I found a reference ' &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nain_Rouge"&gt;Nain Rouge&lt;/a&gt;'. It is French….  A red fury dwarf with bad teeth that brings bad luck to Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;1701, 1763, 1805, 1812. 1884, 1964. 1967, 1976 and 1996, A lot of sightings, apparent attacks. No proof,. Not even a drawing of the thing… Just a vague description…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to visit the Dragon Library…  Perhaps they would have something more solid…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped into a store…  "I need to send a fax."   I paid and then went to the machine, I faxed the following…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-after-stark.html"&gt;To:    Guy Abrahm        &lt;/a&gt;                                      From:    Amber&lt;br /&gt;Fax:    ###############                             Date:    October 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Phone:    ###############                          Pages:    1 plus cover sheet&lt;br /&gt;Re:                                                                                                                                      CC:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;•Comments:  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found this. It has information about my brother but most of it was burned… There is a name. Think you can find some information on where I can find this woman…  MISS YOU  love ya Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/burnt-document-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/burnt-document-b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115990639837194909?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115990639837194909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115990639837194909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115990639837194909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115990639837194909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part5-attacked-by.html' title='Answering to the past: part5  attacked by the beast'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115973153999782911</id><published>2006-10-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:45:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 4: researching a message from the dead</title><content type='html'>I went with Charles to the Mansion…  Charles let me in their massive library, the secret one below.&lt;br /&gt;"I must take my leave of you now Amber. &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/while-i-was-contestant-on-last.html"&gt;I have to get ready for a date&lt;/a&gt;…" Somehow I got the feeling I was lured here just so he would wave the fact he had a date in my face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I deserved it and Charles needed it…  I began searching all records…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Library computers to list all references of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_of_G%C3%A9vaudan"&gt;1764 Langogn&lt;/a&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer directed laser beam lights to the books that had references to my inquiry; the computer also uploaded several references from the Internet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="i"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.google.com/search" method="get" target="_new"&gt; &lt;input name="q" size="30" value="1764 Langogne"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value="Library Search" name="submit" type="submit"&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="i"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There… right in front of my face, first on the list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolf: The Beast of Gévaudan… The Beast of Gévaudan came up several times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I remember the story, The Beast was never truly identify…  Rumors, Myths and speculations…  was it a mere wolf, a dire wolf, a hyena, a lion, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thylacine"&gt;Thylacine&lt;/a&gt;, a were wolf, or was a human or group of humans doing the killing and using superstition to cover their tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Cardinal Hermann's hobby…Of course he was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryptozoology"&gt;Cryptozoologist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryptozoology"&gt;…  &lt;/a&gt;Some think it was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creodont"&gt;Creodonta&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mesonychid"&gt;Mesonychid&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one thing that stuck out about the Beast… &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Chastel"&gt;Jean Chastel&lt;/a&gt;…   he was reading the Bible when the Beast came out and waited for him to finish his prayer….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors, suspicions that he had trained the beast which is why the attacks were so malicious and not typical of animal attacks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay…" I sat back thinking…   My cell rang, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, its Guy. Where are you?" His voice was stressed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "At Xavier's mansion, I needed to use his Library."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xavier? As in Charles Xavier? As in your e-boyfriend?" Guy raised his voice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed again, "Guy, you have nothing to worry about. I was worried at first this was an attempt to reconcile with me on Charles part but …  He isnt even here, he has a date.   I am alone in the basement in a dark large library of the vast antique books and a large computer library. It doesn't have as many of the old books the Temple has but the computer library here is far more advance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well at least you are safe there. What have you found?" Guy was troubled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled one of the books from the shelves, "Well, Cardinal Hermann left me a message. 1764 Langogne… which is famous for the Beast of Gévaudan…  It seems he knew what the beast that attacked him was, his hobby was Cryptozoology and I know that the Beast of Gévaudan is popular discussion among the scientist because it is theorized that the Beast was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Cryptids"&gt;Cryptid&lt;/a&gt;…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cryptid? As in a mythological creature believes to exist but there is no proof or evidence of their existence; like the lochness, or Bigfoot." Guy asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, yes….  What I am dealing with must be a Cryptid…   how else did Cardinal Hermann know of it or that Charles would sense his mind print…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind print." Guy inquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the Cardinal was dead but this creature left a part of itself behind that preserved his last thought. Like a finger leaving behind a finger print… " I explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So he made sure his last thought of a story that would be something that would giggle your memory that he was a Cryptozoologist and therefore that the beast that killed him was a Cryptid. " Guy rambled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sort of…. It isn't just that…. If he wanted me to know it was a Cryptid that would have been his last thought but by telling me 1764 Langogne, he gave me several leads…  1st I am dealing with a Cryptid. But there are other specifics about the Beast of Gévaudan….  Rumors that it was trained…  " I stated and flipped through a book, "So I am dealing with a beast that is a trained Cryptid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber we know the church want you dead, I have learned also that Hermann was against harming you. Possibly why they had hi killed.  Also they have made deals with SHIELD, there are wanted posters from SHIELD and they have put a high price on your head….  Be careful Amber."  Guy warned me… "I won't be able to come yet… &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/havok.html"&gt;I have some problems with the UNION."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand, possibly best I do this alone… It is mainly research at this point…" I said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my conversation with Guy I did my next research, a list of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nain_Rouge"&gt;Cryptids of the 1700's&lt;/a&gt;… This would take a while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the window I saw light break through....  &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/age-of-eternal-night-part-3-finale.html"&gt;Vampirella must have stopped Lilith.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115973153999782911?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115973153999782911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115973153999782911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115973153999782911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115973153999782911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part-4-researching.html' title='Answering to the past: part 4: researching a message from the dead'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115939238646952324</id><published>2006-09-27T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:29:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 3: investigating a murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/redsonja1artadamscover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/redsonja1artadamscover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's take care of the people in the church. Then I have something to do." Guy stated…&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt; Jon the Intergalactic gladiator&lt;/a&gt; stopped me, "I like the new look. Very…. Um  Red Sonja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a smile and Guy winked, "She is hot isn't she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed and turned to head to the Church and the howls of the wolves got stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People where in the church praying… Vampires had crashed into the church and people ran out being attacked and torn apart by the werewolves.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/RedSonjaHardCoverBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/RedSonjaHardCoverBIG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/RS4fieryRedFoilCov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/RS4fieryRedFoilCov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, you handle the were things and I will summon a dragon to dispose of the Vampires…" Guy yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began fighting the werewolves hard, the canine mutated men and women came at me with great confidence…   I twirled the spear like a baton and then lifted it yelling "&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#holylight"&gt;HOLY LIGHT&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burst of light scared the werewolves away , some busted into flames….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/garrison5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/garrison5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could see Guy had disposed of the Vampires…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people go home, you are not safer here than at your homes, but sitting here puts this evil's prey in one place." I yelled as panic people ran for their lives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/143339429_7158891fd6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/143339429_7158891fd6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to enter the church, "Guy go do what you need to do… I will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish you wouldn't." Guy stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "I need to." I smiled and kissed him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/payback.html"&gt;Guy left to deal with his affairs &lt;/a&gt;while I investigated the murder of the old Cardinal…&lt;br /&gt;None of the windows or doors were broken… One window was left unlock, so someone from the church let in what ever killed the Cardinal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/treeClaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/treeClaw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined the claw marks that this beast had left…  I stood to catch a glimpse of Cardinal Greene, my first suspect…  &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#heart"&gt;I can see into the hearts of men…&lt;/a&gt; yet why was I blind to the awful deeds the church had done to my family… my mother my brother and my father?   "However," I thought out loud as I turned to face Cardinal Greene, "I have always knew you had a black heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you returned to your place? If not then return the spear!" He reached for it but I kicked him away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hear you have replaced Cardinal Hermann." I state…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Greene did not answer but instead went into his office and made a phone call… I went into the small room they use to teach the smaller children and grabbed several cans of play dough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to use it to make a mold of the claws…..  I had to be very careful not to destroy the mold…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave… As I walked out my cell beeped… &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Handy-Motorola-PEBL-V6_198__657435_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Handy-Motorola-PEBL-V6_198__657435_20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 SMS….  From your home email box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I read it: You have an email from Bra Briefs, file is too large to re-direct to cell phone.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my laptop… I took 2 steps and got another beep from my cell phone….  1 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multimedia_Messaging_System"&gt;MMS…..&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;from  anonymous ….  Message reads we red heads should stick together… I scratch your back, you help me…. After all romance seems to be our life….  &lt;/blockquote&gt;Incoming photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie-guycase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie-guycase.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a picture of a SHIELD case file… not the file itself just a picture, but then again I don't need to see the file to know what it is about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/forbidden-fruit-part-2-mr-fury.html"&gt;I only know red head that can send this to me&lt;/a&gt;…. She must be looking for an exchange of information… but what?  Whatever the information I will find out when she is ready for me I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move to the door, hmm SHIELD agents….   Silly rabbits, this is my neighborhood…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Image1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Image1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[As SHIELD agents enter the church they are met by Cardinal Greene who informs him that the Magdalena was just here…]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat quietly in the rafters, I had grabbed my old cloak and armour... I knew I would blend in with the church stained glass...&lt;br /&gt;I was listening and then left… I needed to examine Cardinal Herman's body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully entered the Morgue, as I looked down at the body I felt sorrow, "You were my mentor. The closest thing that I remember as a father yet, you betrayed me and were the one that hurt me most…  but now you have paid for what you did to my family… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined the mauling , it isn't something I recognize…  Not a werewolf… Not animal…..   a mutant? No I do not know…  I used my cell to take photos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the only one who may know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-tell-you-how-wonderful-it-was.html"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[ In New York Professor Xavier drinks a glass of cognac…]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You already apologized so why are you here?" He asks me telepathically…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/TERR_werewolf%20victim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/TERR_werewolf%20victim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I come from the dark…  "I need you to look at these, it's gruesome…  but I think I may be dealing with a mutated animal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show him the picture from my cell, the mold of claw marks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Werewolves…. We have been seeing a lot lately.." Xavier just dismissed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "This was before &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/age-of-eternal-night-part-1-mother.html"&gt;the Age of Eternal Nigh&lt;/a&gt;t and it's not a werewolf…  I am not sure what this creature is…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask your boyfriend I am sure he knows." Charles drank down his cognac…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed again, "You're bitter, you have every right to be… However I saw Guy's heart. He is capable of being good. He doesn’t even know it… I can help him.." I paused, "Your right… I will find someone else that knows.. I came to you only because the Cardinal used his cross to carve the word profx in his hand before he died.  I think he thought you would….  Never mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That makes no sense… How could I help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head "I do not know, but I had to ask…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait Maggie… or is it…. Amber now.." Charles said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned quickly "stay out of my head! But yes my real name is Amber."&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry, Can I see the body?" Charles asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached for my cell….   And he held up his hand, "No the actual body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we went to the morgue. On route Charles asked me several questions, "are you happy with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and do you really think what we had was Lust" He continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "I don't know but yes I do think…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.." Charles asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles!" I stated in shock. Why are men always want to know if one is better than the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the body and Charles examined the hand…  "You're right… but why…. Me…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles began to look strange, "This is odd…. Are we sure, he is dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?" I asked as Charles moved to his head….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am getting a vague thought, telepathically I can sense……" Charles went into a trance and began frantically writing  using bloody fluid from the body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles?" I reached for him and he came out and then rolled back very quickly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie look out it isn't dead!" Charles stated as something left the body of the Cardinal took form into some sort of creature..  The Spear of Destiny glowed and then with a burst of light the black cloud dispersed and escaped through the ventilation shaft…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that?" Charles asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and fussed, "You tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I can tell you is that it was some sort of ……  parasite… Its thoughts were dark and evil but didn’t have form… More feelings, to kill and do its masters bidding…  It seems to be a fragment left behind of the thing that killed your friend….  Though he is dead because it was feeding on the cardinals fear just before he died, it was keeping the last thought alive but it's lost now…." Charles stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really," I said pointing at what Charles had wrote…" 1764  Lang….   Language?   1764 Language?"  I read…. "Don't make any sense…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because its not Language…. 1764 L-A-N-G-O-G-E" He spelled out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Langogne?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is …" Charles looked at me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not who… Where…. Its in France." I then mumbled, " 1764  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langogne"&gt;Langogne&lt;/a&gt; France….  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_of_G%C3%A9vaudan"&gt;1764  Langogne France….  &lt;/a&gt;Thanks Charles but I have to find a Library and with this Vampire thing going on it won't be easy to find one open…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could use the one at the School… " Charles offered… "Okay I wasn't there for you before but I am now….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Charles a glance, "Charles…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a friend, Mag…. Amber.. As a friend Amber only as a friend…  Besides, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryptozoology"&gt;the Cardinal must have know what attacked&lt;/a&gt; him to know it would preserve his last thought…  It could be dangerous…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay .." I said as I followed Charles out…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115939238646952324?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115939238646952324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115939238646952324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115939238646952324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115939238646952324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/answering-to-past-part-3-investigating.html' title='Answering to the past: part 3: investigating a murder'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115920678229381844</id><published>2006-09-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:21:23.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/unfinished-business.html"&gt;Both Guy and I felt we needed to return to Earth&lt;/a&gt;. There was much that needed to be handled. After what Blade said to us, I was concerned. &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/blade-and-i-part-2-travel-on.html"&gt;We left Vampi &lt;/a&gt;and went on to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go with Guy but I needed to find out about what was happening about the Vampires…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was talking with an old witch about getting some Dragon breath my cell rang. It was Guy he asked me to get ready. He said that Fred the fox had a plan and we could meet at the Yankee Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were approaching I saw that a band of Vampires was attacking the Stadium. I guess it looked like a chicken coup to these predators…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Spear of destiny and my sword I flipped down in the field as panic fans and people ran from the Vampires.  My sword was useless.  Even the Holy light of my Spear did not destroy the vampires…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/garrison4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/garrison4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Guy and he was fighting but the Vampires were regenerating and not dying….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF?" Guy screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lilith has been resurrected. Only UV rays and Dragon breath and fire can destroy them…" I screamed pulling the Dragon breath wand and using it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/826219%7EDragon-Fire-Thunder-Posters.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/826219%7EDragon-Fire-Thunder-Posters.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy summoned several magical Dragons…  Though they are not real ancient Dragons the power of their breath and fire wield the same power….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash rained down from the blackened Sky….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and I looked at the Blackened dot in the sky. Guy put an arm around me, "Is that the sun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and if Vampi can't undo what has been done it will stay like this." Before I could say another word…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/photo20060610161141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/photo20060610161141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-onslaught-what-is-it-fred-i-just.html"&gt;"NOW, YOU PATHETIC WORMS, YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING YOU CAUSE ME. YOU WILL PAY WITH YOU LIVES!" Onslaught appeared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is insanity!" I yell wanting to approach him alone and reach Xavier but Guy grabbed me and Fred telepathically stated I stick to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't waste your breath, Amber. This jerkwad can't hear you. Now we finish it." Guy spit in Onslaught's direction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was happing so fast and I hesitated….  I gripped my sword, Charles was inside this thing….&lt;br /&gt;I then used my sword to sever the helmet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onslaught grabbed me and lifted me in the air… I gasp trying to speak and reach Charles but the crushing hand kept any of my words from coming out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2006/09/assault-on-onslaught.html"&gt;Then Jon came out of no where…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy ran over and was pulling me away from Onslaught…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the efforts of all involved Onslaught screamed, ""FINE. IF YOU CANNOT ACCEPT THE GIFTS I GIVE YOU, THEN SO BE IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onslaught disappeared and Xavier fell gasping to the ground. He then looked up at Guy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and went to speak with Charles… Guy grabbed me, "Amber, don't do this to yourself…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed Guy, "He deserves better than me just to ignore that I have hurt him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy watched as I walked to Charles.  The Professor looked away from me, "So it is more than affair? Well it seems you have made your choice…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down, "It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I wish you could believe that. Guy is…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IS a VILLAIN, Maggie!" Charles yelled at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/capaninaearielbaixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/capaninaearielbaixa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shook my head, "No he has made some wrong choices but I believe he can change. Someone just needs to believe in him. Can't you see Charles?  All we, you and I, had was Lust..  What do you know about me?  You don't even know my real name?  Guy is helping me put the pieces of my life together but Charles you help pull me from the Churches influence..  You were kind and ….    I am sorry." I rose and walked over to Guy, "but your right I have made my choice. I know Guy will not leave my side and that is what I need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the Stadium… Guy approached and wrapped his arm around me…. Our attention was drawn to the howling of wolves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO we going after Lilith?" Guy asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "You want to die and become her zombie? She was damned to Hades for a reason Guy. Here on Earth she is powerful, unstoppable.  Lilith and ending the eternal night is Vampi's task. Now that I have returned I must find out what and who attacked the Cardinal. I also have to find my brother, if it is possible… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a price on your head still Amber." Guy stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I am heading to the church. You do not have to come." I kissed Guy and then proceeded to the Church where &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/answering-to-past-part-2.html"&gt;Cardinal Hermann was killed&lt;/a&gt;.  Something killed him and the church wouldn't harm me…. not in front of witnesses and with so many Vampires and werewolves, people would be flocking to the Church. The Church would not be able to protect them though, not with Lilith feeding them. These were uber Vampires….  Dangerous creatures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people rallying in the church would be in danger….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/garrison2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/garrison2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115920678229381844?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115920678229381844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115920678229381844' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115920678229381844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115920678229381844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/ny-stadium.html' title='NY Stadium'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115875065836748802</id><published>2006-09-20T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T04:10:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Targets all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoy myself with Guy… Sky City is heaven and I was on cloud 9.  &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/sky-city.html"&gt;Guy took me on a stroll in the indoor park light at night. It's starts to rain. It was so romantic…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/garrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/garrison.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later Guy was chasing me with a can of whip cream, (don't ask). I was running through the corridors when I heard a woman clear her throat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noel&lt;/a&gt; stood and it was so obvious she was trying to stifle her laughter at us…  I guess we were acting like two lovesick teens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noel smiled, "I'm glad you're having a good time. You also gave one of my security officers quite a show. I was kind of wondering why he was smiling when he left. Now I know. Just a warning, there are security cameras EVERY WHERE in the resort," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "except hotel room and bathrooms.."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and I giggled, "Oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel then took out these electronic tickets, "I thought you two might like to do the Naboo Safari, it is suppose to be very romantic especially this time of year. The Nabooian Star Angels out do  the Northern Lights of the Earth, so I am told."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nabooian star angels?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy cuddled me, "Yeah its lights caused by the same effect as the northern lights from Earth but certain times of the year you can see them from Theed and they look like angels dancing over the city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel smiled again, "I already called you two a cab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/RS8PetersonCov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/RS8PetersonCov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/onslaught.html"&gt;While enjoy Naboo suddenly we got a visit… Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy began provoking him… "Guy please can't you just leave it…" I then looked at Vegeta…. I can sense evil, it sickens me, sometimes if the evil is pure enough it makes me so sick that it weakens me and caused me to faint&lt;br /&gt;"Guy ! No !" I scream as I become weaker " That 's not Vegeta! This thing is pure evil!" I faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Amber!" I could hear Guy call… The Planet was spinning and I was trying to regain my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/somethings-wrong.html"&gt;" I have to say I'm impressed, Henchman , I but I guess I should go a head , and kill , The Magdalene!" I heard from Vegeta as I was helped from the building…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Amber !You son of a Bitch! If one hair on her head is hurt I'll tear you limb from limb!" Guy screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's my job loser!" Vegeta laughed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear them fighting but I couldn't see them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a crawl to where they are fighting, I see my beloved… Guy laid with just a torso no limbs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GUY!" I screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see  Captain Koma,  appear and grab Guy. Someone grabs me at first I think it’s the Lin Bot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Away from my Prey human ! If you know what's good for you !" Vegeta screams and then steps back for an instant Koma's features change into an old Monk's who winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh I think you have bigger problems than us look behind you." responds The monk. I hear the Hulk and then pass out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awake I am in the hospital at Sky City. "What happened? Guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg looks at me and says, "Don't worry Sky city has the best cybernetics…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he says that Guy walks in with Noel… Noel says a funny looking human brought us…. I saw an old monk.. could it be?  No it couldn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel looked at Guy and me. As soon as he could he lifted me up into his arms and held me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel sighed, "I live you two alone, I need to let Vampi know it might not be safe for her to leave Sky City at this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy raised an eyebrow and I made Guy put me down and then walked over and pulled Noel a side, "Is there trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Vampi requested that we not volunteer that she is here and there is someone asking about her. I am not sure if he is SHIELD or a Vampire but whoever he is, he has been denied entrance to Sky City he is currently on Naboo waiting." Noel frowned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy took my hand and pulled me, "I am sure Vampi can take care of herself…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noel, what made you think it might be a Vampire?" I was worried… "Noel, if it is it could try feeding, this could be a bad thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was 5 10, dark skinned. Wore black leather, had tattoos on his head and long canine teeth, not as long as Vampi's but longer than a human's. Also which is why he was denied entrance he was carrying loads of weapons." Noel described and I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was one of the weapons a sword?" I asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and his name was…" Noel stated scratching her head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I and Noel said, "Blade!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/blade_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/blade_24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Guy, "I have to speak with him, but Vegeta will hurt you if you return to Naboo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not letting you go alone. This doesn’t concern us, it is for Vampi." Guy fussed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged Guy, "Something is wrong if Blade is here, Guy this is who I am. I must find out what is happening to bring him here. Blade isn't the kind to go on vacation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/red_monika2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/red_monika2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noel was kind enough to ask Blade to meet us off world on a small casino just outside and not far from Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I and Guy walked in we found Blade already making friends, the only way he seems to know how… Guy said something in another language and the goons backed off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like you got some good licks in," Guy stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blade growled… and then looked at me, "New look?"  His voice was dark and sordid…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I no longer work for the church." I answered…&lt;br /&gt;Blade growled again, "Rogue? Boy that had to hurt the men in robes. Seen Vampi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah she is being told you are here. What is happening?" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Al_Rio_PerssonMonika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Al_Rio_PerssonMonika.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Vampires are out of control. Days are almost gone and nights last forever… As I left Earth I saw some kind of force field, magical. Looked like it was made from oil…. &lt;a href="http://the-demonweb-pits.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-let-dark-rise-part-2-black-sun.html"&gt;It encased the Sun….  Now the sun looks like one giant oil bal&lt;/a&gt;l. " Blade explained…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy  looked at me, "What doe this mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-queen-rise-part-1.html"&gt;Trouble with a capital L&lt;/a&gt;, Guy." I sat at the bar…  We waited for Vampi to arrived… I explained to Guy that Blade and Vampi didn't always see eye to eye, sometimes they fought and sometimes they didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115875065836748802?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115875065836748802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115875065836748802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115875065836748802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115875065836748802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/targets-all-around.html' title='Targets all around'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115833224246133619</id><published>2006-09-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:28:01.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An invitation to party</title><content type='html'>Guy called me to Him, "&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-200th-post-party.html"&gt;We have an invitation. Vampirella's 200th Post&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and I attended. Vampi seemed sad but the Party went well. Vegeta was annoy as usual. I tried to be civil and even tried to fix whatever breach occurred to our friendship but well Vegeta is stubborn as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the reporters Guy thought it best we didn't stay so we went to an upper level deck. There we danced under the stars alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are quiet," I whispered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just enjoying the moment.." Guy said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go after Vegeta, Noel said no fighting." I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't going to… He will get his another time…" He grinned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I got the distinct feeling Guy was up to some scheming…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115833224246133619?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115833224246133619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115833224246133619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115833224246133619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115833224246133619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/invitation-to-party.html' title='An invitation to party'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115816140184274649</id><published>2006-09-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:30:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A romantic intermission</title><content type='html'>So much was happening and so fast…. Henchman just kept pulling me and everyone seemed to be trying to kill me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church had put a hit on me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, they can not bring out the new descandants as long as I am alive…. The next one to be Madgalena is a child being raised by the church but she doesn’t have her powers yet." I said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy cradeled me, "I won't let them do this…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So much is happeneing so fast…. I need a break to clear my head…" I looked up at Guy, "I can't find my brother, or solve the mystery of the beast that killed the Cardinal. Not in my present state… My mind is just… Also Onslaughter….  I feel as if I am coming unraveled…"  I began to weep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy picked me up, "We need a get-way. A vacation… A complete break from the action… A …. I know he place…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy laid me in the bed and picked up his cell, "Hi Noel? I need to book a suite for two…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A galaxy far far far away means Onslaughter won't beable to find us….. It is impossile even for him" Maggie sighed….  As tired as I was I drifted to sleep….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/FEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/FEW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I woke I saw Guy. He sat looking out the window, on watch… I walked over to him and crawled in his lap. We sat watcing the sun as it set…  Just quietly enjoying the moment…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we would be looking out a window at Skycity.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115816140184274649?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115816140184274649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115816140184274649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115816140184274649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115816140184274649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/romantic-intermission.html' title='A romantic intermission'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115791755689171763</id><published>2006-09-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:45:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/before-storm.html"&gt;"Why are you asking me this, Guy?" I saw that he was troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because... " he hesitated, "I love you."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few steps away, I was shocked and didn't know what to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have for a long time…" Guy continued, "I am sorry I shouldn't have said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood facing him tears trickled down my cheek, "I don't know what love is….." I said softly with shame….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie?" He said with a look of puzzle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lived in isolation, doing what I was told… I felt something with Charles but then after time I felt cold…  When I opened to him. It was as if I was standing in front of a refrigerator.  I went to bed and would wake cold and find him not there but in his office with some cognac. I needed him and he left. He left me to face... to die.. With Charles and I the feelings were short burst and …." I sighed I wasn't explaining this at all well, "What I feel  with you is different. I don't feel cold, I think about you from the minute I wake to the minute I go to bed… Being with you has made me realize that what Charles and I had was somehow empty, that in my life there was this hole and I didn't know this hole was there not even when I was with Charles but now with you I know it because you fill that hole…. I am so….. confused…" I let the tears fall and Guy walked over and wiped them with his hand and cradled my face. Then he kissed me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/456679pinup.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/456679pinup.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the hotel we came together in a way we hadn't before. Perhaps before it was all lust but not now, not this time…  I could feel his heart beat, hear it matching our rhythm… Guy kept cradling my face, making sure his eyes and mine were locked. Every time the moment beckoned me to close them he would whisper, "no don't let me see into your eyes…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too wanted to see his eyes, see his feelings that were unmasked,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opened and unfleeting. He even let me touch his chest and open his heart. This created a rush in our moment like I had not felt….&lt;br /&gt;After an incredible night I laid with Guy watching him sleep… A pins and needles like feeling  rushed over my body. It wasn't a numbness but a feeling of pleasure, I had not felt before. I kissed gently the muscles of his back and watched him shiver and mumble in his sleep, "Maggie." I giggled…  and I whispered, "I love you".  I rose and watched the dawn… After  breakfast we proceeded to New York….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Red-MOON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Red-MOON.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guy and I went directly to the Temple…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the Cardinal with other Cardinals. Cardinal Hermann looked at me and then at Guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Hermann spoke with much disapproval, "Magdalena, we were worried. Where have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know!" I stated bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cardinal signaled for Temple security to remove Guy and I tossed a dagger at security, "He stays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Herman's face drew up in anger, "Magdalena, this Henchman has no place here. He hasn't been summoned and this is a matter of the Church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy remained silent as I had asked of him though I swear I felt if he was biting through his tongue. I yelled again but louder my voice echoing in the Temple halls, "I KNOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th old Catholic shook his head, "What are you going on about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyle Hawks? Ring any bell?  My mother, my father and my unborn brother,,,,, MURDERED!" I screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal's eyes got large as saucers, "Magdal……"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO Don't call me that! Do not call me… not anymore….  My name, my real name is Amber" I yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cardinal stood straighter and in a commanding voice, "You are the descendant, the Magdalena! You serve…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No not anymore! I can not change who I am but I can change that. I can change who I serve.  The Archangel unlocked these memories. I do not work for the temple any longer. " I turned away moving to what was my room and signaling Guy to follow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop went to grab my arm and Guy broke the Bishop's arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Cardinals said nothing…&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my room, "I have to get something and I will need a new place to stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even have to ask?" Guy said with a smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled as I took a hidden chest from the floor, "This armor I found and liked but they wouldn't let me wear it. They said it was because it belonged to a Pagan that had fought the church during the …  Well along time ago…  I think I will wear it now."&lt;br /&gt;I opened the chest and began to change as Henchman smiled, "So are we a rebel now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny I thought you were always a rebel? " I walked to him, "I just think you mistook being a rebel as being a villain. Guy raised his hand and gave me that let's not go there look…&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "Vampi, SHI and other are considered Heroes and also rebels. They work for no one only for doing the right thing and for good. That is what I will do from now on…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile down below]&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Greene looked at the oldest of them, "Cardinal Hermann, we can not allow her to go rogue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you have me do? The Cardinal cried, a face like a father who was loosing his daughter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what you must do." Another Cardinal states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not, not this one. It is my call as long as I am alive it will not happen" Cardinal Hermann protests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[later that night at the Church]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ma1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Hermann, "Who is there?….  UGH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ma2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beast attacks the elderly Cardinal and leaves the old man to die… Struggling, the old cardinal calls the number of the Local Henchman union and asks them to give Mr. Abrams a message…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ma3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ma3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitting blood, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beware… assassins now..  Brother, not dead… Nun wouldn't kill… couldn't kill…. Tried to protect… keep us … from knowing… Orphanage… middle America…. Location and name of boy is…..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ma4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ma4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone goes dead….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Maggie and the Henchman enjoys each other company…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/hench-maggie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/hench-maggie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really like your new armor, though I don't think it will protect you much.." Guy said caressing my skin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who needs armor with you around," I teased…"Take a bath with me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/RSvsTD2ConradCov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/RSvsTD2ConradCov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I slipped out of my armor and jumped in turning to Guy, "Come on… Don't tell me you never went Skinny dipping?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy stood nude watching me and smiling . His cell phone rang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s the Union…" Guy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "Don't answer it…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to.." Guy said taking the call…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listened for a long time and then just said thanks.. He looked at me with a look that was strange…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" I asked….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We better head back to the Temple…" He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way Guy explained the message he received….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However by the time we arrived it was too late… Cardinal Hermann was dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, a beast of some sort killed him." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy was looking all around and at the Cardinals that stared, especially Cardinal Greene… His cell phone SMS went off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;From Henchman Local Union:&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;marquee&gt;Catholic Church hiring all henchman and assassins, unionized and freelance… job: erase target…. price for job: 150, 000,000,000…. Target: Magdalena&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt; incoming photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/jeangrey_phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/jeangrey_phoenix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Amber, I think we should go and now…" Guy grabbed my arm and pulled me, he dragged me from the temple and out the door… He would not stop, he was moving fast pulling me behind him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy… Guy???" I kept calling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then we both was hit by a psi-blast….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-i-am-reborn.html"&gt;"BETRAY ME WHORE!!!!!!!!! NOW YOU DIE!!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115791755689171763?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115791755689171763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115791755689171763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115791755689171763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115791755689171763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/answering-to-past-part-2.html' title='Answering to the past: part 2'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115766588454455599</id><published>2006-09-07T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:51:24.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering to the past: part 1</title><content type='html'>I slowly came out of my unconscious state. Guy sat on the edge of the bed. He had a damp rag on my forehead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy?" I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's okay your are safe…" He comforted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up and tried to raise to my feet, " I have to find…" I felt dizzy and landed back in bed. I was wearing one of  Guy's shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy Maggie. You been through an great ordeal." Guy stated…. &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-away.html"&gt;He explained what happened at the Mansion and asked me what I meant…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and described the floods of memories that I had uncovered…Guy sat listening… not interrupting me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, all my life I have been lied to.. I was small and witnessed my mother and brothers death. It was by the hands of the church. She wouldn't give me up, so they killed her and they tried to erase her memory from me. I held on, buried it deep. I forgot so I wouldn't forget. If that makes any sense," I laid close to Guy, "&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-reached-out-with-my-mind-and-found.html"&gt;As soon as I awoke I felt Charles probing my memories to erase them, but why?&lt;/a&gt; I don't know who to trust any more. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy lifted my chin, "You can trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were the only one that was there for me, the one who has stay by me." I pulled him in closer, "I need some cloths of my own. I have to find out the truth. I have to find my father and I have to confront the Church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, I will get you some cloths and check some of my resources," Guy said kissing my check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we?" I asked half sobbing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paris… Rest now.. I will be back." Guy cradled me then with a deep passionate kiss left…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/redheadpinup_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/redheadpinup_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting out of  the shower when he returned. I slipped on a Black slip as Guy spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got you something to eat, croissants and coffee. I also found out some information on Kyle Hawks he was in the military, US Marines." He walked over and kissed me on my shoulder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Breakfast I changed into something and we headed to a Library. I went through some of the newspapers from the NY Library using the online connection Paris Library had with the NY branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy look. Lt. 1st class Hawks, Kyle A. was pronounced dead when apparently a training mission went awry. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naval_Criminal_Investigative_Service"&gt;NCIS &lt;/a&gt;is investigating and feels there may be foul play. But then read this, After speaking with the Chapel who was present they ruled out any foul play or neglect. Declared it an accident. They killed him to Guy. I have to return to New York tomorrow and confront the Cardinal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/pbj_pinup_DeVorss211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/pbj_pinup_DeVorss211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tears fell down on the keypad. Guy held me tight, "Okay but tonight let me show you Paris at night under the full moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ParisNightSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ParisNightSkyline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dress and Guy took me out on an evening in Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115766588454455599?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115766588454455599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115766588454455599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115766588454455599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115766588454455599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/answering-to-past-part-1.html' title='Answering to the past: part 1'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115757177151481012</id><published>2006-09-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:45:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the dark... the finale: an awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/CR-QCY22338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/CR-QCY22338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/BABY24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/BABY24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I laid weeping I was young when my father died, I was told he was a Nobel of sorts. Not this Kyle Hawks.&lt;br /&gt;My real father what happened to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to know more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumble through the darkness pushing with anger, I WANT TO KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden the room of darkness spun and flashes of different images poured like a tidal wave. I was on a carousel of memories, spinning round and round. I was drowning in my own memories ones I had never remember before…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/22141s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/22141s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I stopped and fell to the ground before me was me as an infant… I heard muffled voices and then crying….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as my mother collapsed, in tears… Everything began spinning again.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed with my mother, played with her. She loved me….&lt;br /&gt;Once again the room spun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/Image5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/Image5.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally stopping… "Amber, let's get dressed we have to get to the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it time ma 'am?" The Nurse said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, " my mother looked down at me, "Amber when we see each other again you will have a brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned startled as the door flung opened and men came barging in… The Nurse attacked them and My mother grabbed me but in her spouts of labor pain couldn't get far. The child I was ran under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were from the church, I watched in horror as the Vatican knights cut the nurses and then my mother's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child I was screamed and cried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fools! I said not in front of the Magdalena!" A man came forward… No it was…. The Cardinal … Cardinal Hermann. He looked at a captain, "Cut the boy out of her and make sure the umbilical cord is left untied. Then burn the house and leave no witnesses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cardinal walk to me as the small child, "No no, Don't cry Magdalena. It is time for you to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next memories are of me at the special school and convent I had to attend… I saw myself as a small child staring at a picture of my mother. A nun was trying to take it away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/374629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/374629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget.. I won't forget….  As the hours passed I watched as the Church tried to make me forget. I wouldn't, I must have tucked these memories away, so that they could not be take from me… Taken away like my mother, my bother….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Kyle Hawks, where was he during this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lied to me. The Church lied to me… I cried…. They lied….  The memories of my mother being killed before me, the Cardinal I had trusted, his words….. They lied….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I could hear voices…… "They lied!" I sobbed, "They lied! Murders! I work for Murders!"&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were soaking wet and I fluttered them as I could scarcely see a figure run to me, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-help.html"&gt;"Maggie." It was Guy…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They lied! They killed them…" I kept crying. The room was so bright it hurt my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Easy Maggie," It was Charles, he sounded sour….  &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/professor-not-now-scott.html"&gt;My eyes finally came into focus and I could see he knew about me and Guy. It seemed Charles and Guy was or had been fighting. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trembled crying, "They lied to me! Murders!" I couldn't say anything else….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Charles instruct someone to give me a sedative….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large Blue mutant Beast came toward me with a needle and I grabbed it from him, "NOOOOOOO!" I slung it like a dart and rose from my bed tear away my hospital gown….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for clothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie your armor is here," Guy said to me…. I saw the armor and what it represented and most of all who it represented … It was like a volcano of anger and hate I snatched the armor from Guy and was screaming trying to break it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie calm down," I heard Charles say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't listening I stuffed the armor in a trash bin and tried to set it on fire … Charles had one arm pulling and Guy the other both were trying to calm me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get AWAY from me!" I yelled hysterically backing away from them into a corner where I slide crying down the cold wall to the cold floor… My body naked and bare….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/redhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/redhead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"They lied! Murders! My family…." I kept repeating as more flashes of memories poured into my mind…&lt;br /&gt;I could feel Charles trying to enter my mind, he was trying to erase a memory… I didn't know which memory, I didn't care… "STOP!" I yelled at him as I threw a dagger at his head. My mind was very strong, "You are with them! Helping them! You're trying to steal my memories! I won't let you! I won't forget ever again! Murders! Liars! " I rambled on "You won't take my memories! I will remember them! You will not erase my mother! My brother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles snapped, "Maggie what are you talking about, I would never erase memories of your mother…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy moved but I was too busy yelling at Charles to see what he was doing, "You tried to tamper with my memories!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie listen, I was only blocking out memories about Gaia.." Charles said and then doubled over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy stood behind him with something in his hand… Beast went to attack but Guy knocked him out as well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie, Come on… I will take care of you….." Guy held his hand out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ….  Can't wear those…. Not anymore…. They lied…. They murdered them…   I have to find a man….Kyle Hawks …  I have to…." I sobbed as I shook like an earthquake…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I couldn't take anymore and passed out. My last memory being Guy catching me….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115757177151481012?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115757177151481012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115757177151481012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115757177151481012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115757177151481012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone-in-dark-finale-awakening.html' title='Alone in the dark... the finale: an awakening'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115722076292658758</id><published>2006-09-02T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:12:43.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone in the dark part 2 : family reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet in a room, a local Henchman named &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/vendetta.html"&gt;Guy Abrams&lt;/a&gt; watched over the body of comatose Magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/scott-would-you-please-get-ahold-of.html"&gt;Xavier had learned from Gaia's mind what had occurred&lt;/a&gt; and found Henchman carrying the one he knew as Maggie.  The Professor had the Henchman bring Maggie to his lab…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magdalena sat in the medic bed, sitting up she stared past both men…  A large beastly blue mutant snapped his fingers but The Magdalena didn't blink. She was in peak physical health, others could do well to be in suck good statues, at least physically. Was it mental? Psychological? Or some other unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-morning.html"&gt;Mr. Abrams volunteered to watch the unconscious Gaia, since he planned on staying close to Maggie.  Xavier looked at the scene with great distress. Even after Gaia woke&lt;/a&gt;, Maggie remained a vegetable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Danvers entered the room, "Professor, there are men from the church they wish to locate Maggie's body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier leaves with Henchman on his heels… "Professor, We know that you have passed all the tests and thus have been allowed to date the Magdalena, but it is our responsibility to care for her during this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Meanwhile, in the darkest parts of her mind, the Magdalena searches to understand her memories which are no longer fleeting but demanding to be seen……]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Pregnant_COLOR.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Pregnant_COLOR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother? The Church and those who raised me said she like all women who carry the child of the Magdalena line has died of childbirth, but here she was alive. Arguing with members of the church. They wanted to take me away and she wouldn’t let them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse pulled me away before I could see the faces of the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the door to one memory shut another opened. My mother sat in dining area. I watched as she hummed and sung to her unborn child, I had a brother.. actually I will be having a brother…  but this isn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women of the Magdalena line only birth female children… Another lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/57550209_1b4e5fb6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/57550209_1b4e5fb6cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran over and let my mother hold me… I wanted to stay in this memory but once again as one memory ended another began…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was holding my mother's hand. After church we were having a picnic. Three men approached…&lt;br /&gt;My mother left me to sit while she walked with them. I recognized them. The two fathers were now cardinals and Cardinal Hermann was still a cardinal. One I knew well, one I had came to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sit as I was suppose to do but went after my mother, I followed my younger self. As I knelt to look into my eyes as I heard the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/30759225_447fa26317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/30759225_447fa26317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were forbidden to have the abomination and have refused to turn the girl over. The man who was approved for you to marry is not the father of either child but some other man, one who didn't follow the church." Cardinal Hermann stated angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you, I wouldn't marry him…  Not that Francis isn't a good man either  but  so was…  Kyle Hawks was a good man, the man I loved, so he wasn't catholic, he was still a good man…" My mother stood up against the Cardinals… Kyle, who is Kyle….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny as soon as I asked this memory closed… "No no not yet!" I yelled as a swirling feeling came over me as if someone had hit reverse and rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Man_and_Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Man_and_Baby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly everything went out of focus-distorted images passed around… that smell a spicy cologne… and the voice strong stable .. I moved closer…. Kyle Hawks…. Daddy?  I reached but as I touched with my fingertips, it was gone….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115722076292658758?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115722076292658758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115722076292658758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115722076292658758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115722076292658758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone-in-dark-part-2-family-reunion.html' title='alone in the dark part 2 : family reunion'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115712820269387199</id><published>2006-09-01T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:30:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the dark... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie-angel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/maggie-angel.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/gaiaend-battle-purification.html"&gt;Gaea's voice echoed out as if it was 1000 miles away, "I thank you all, greatly for what you have done. You have my gratitude, but also my respect, and love. In destroying my daughter, you have demonstrated the pureness of your hearts for all to see, and I know I am safe with you. It was not just courage, but the fight between good... and evil, right... and wrong; for doing what you believe is right when nobody else does. You, are true heroes."&lt;br /&gt;As she faded from sight, a ripple of white light ran over the surface of the planet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arch Angel pulled the spear and rose in the air to the sun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled down upon all the faces and then exploded into a bright light… It was the explosion of a thousand suns sending warm silvery light down in all directions….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the light a figure fell, It was the Magdalena, She had wings and wore gold and pale green. She took a few steps forward as the wings fade and her armor returned to its normal color… She then fell… not unconscious but not conscious… Her eyes are opened but she doesn't respond or move… Maggie Lays still and stares in oblivion like a vegetable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman runs over and picks Maggie up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the fusion Vegeta and Goku were separated….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many was confused…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Somewhere in the meeting halls of a Cathedral. …]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Magdalena has defeated Gaia but she is now … well she appears to be Brain dead." One of the Cardinals says to another…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should prepare the rite and rituals for the new Magdalena." The eldest of the cardinals sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but you know we can not! Not until the Magdalena is dead. " The man in robes stated bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you suggesting?" The old Cardinal, Cardinal Hermann gasped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is brain dead, we must do the right thing, the kind thing and release her to heaven. However her body has been stolen and must be found." The younger Cardinal waved his crooked finger calling someone forward…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But do we know for sure she isn't just injured?  No we will not harm the Magdalena. Instead find us the best Dr. the best telepaths if you must… Find a way to save her.. There is enough blood on our…  on my hands." Hermann walked away while his companion sneered at him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lying still, Maggie's eyes glisten with no sign of life only shadow]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry. I don't know why I can't help her." Elixir explained to the Henchman still holding Maggie's body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't or won't?" Guy snarled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would if I could. I like Maggie she is always nice to the students here." Elixir states...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henchman pulls Maggie close and whispers, "Hang on Maggie. I will find someone that can help you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie seemed a great distant her eyes just stared…  A great powerful telepathy could sense Magdalena was lost in her own mind… not brain dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever the question was how to bring her back or what was happening… One thing was for sure… No longer did the Arc Angel possess her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could anyone even her cry within her mind?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How? Where am I?" I thought out loud… It was cold and dark. I could hear water dripping…&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and looked into the pool I wasn't an adult but I was… I was a child…&lt;br /&gt;It was strange if I looked down at myself I saw an adult… but looking in the water unlike looking into a mirror I didn’t see my reflection but me as a small child…  A child just barely able to walk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear singing it is comforting….  As I walk toward the woman's singing voice a door appears… I open it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh there is my little sprite. Amber, what are you doing?" The woman with dark red hair says in a soothing voice as she looks at me...  I back away from the name…. Amber? Its so strange but yet familiar…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/2_abby-belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/2_abby-belly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse walks past me, "Duchess, there are men from the Church here to see you ma 'am…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in the rocking chair looks at me, "Amber come here. " I feel compelled to go and from me the child I was ran happily to her…  "Take her upstairs to play. Don't let her come down stairs. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands and hands the child I was to the Nurse. She is pregnant. As she leaves the nurse carries me out but instead of going upstairs as she was told she stands to listen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times do I have to tell you, I will not give up my daughter!" The woman who was signing, the woman from the rocking chair… I know her… She is…. My mother, but that isn't possible… My mother died in childbirth all mothers of the Magdalena do, that is what they tell us. I never knew her. I was raised by the church but this…. Memory…. How can it… be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115712820269387199?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115712820269387199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115712820269387199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115712820269387199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115712820269387199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone-in-dark-part-1.html' title='Alone in the dark... part 1'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115704721412169551</id><published>2006-08-31T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:00:19.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ressurection... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie-cross.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie-cross.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-had-no-trouble-finding-gaia.html"&gt;The X-Men&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/2006/08/call-to-arms.html"&gt;Brotherhood,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/vendetta.html"&gt;Henchman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/gaia-i-will-do-all-i-can-to-kill-you.html"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;, various members of the Justice League, &lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-go-out-fighting.html"&gt;Spider-man&lt;/a&gt;, just as many robots as Gaia's minions, and many others were there, making a last stand against the very bane of their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/crusify.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/crusify.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gaia looked up at a clear patch of sky as a white dove flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/gaia-end-battle.html"&gt;"It's a beautiful day for the end of humanity." She says&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice whispers to Goku  " The time is now."&lt;br /&gt;As Goku takes the Spear and plunges it in Maggie's side. A white light formed around her.  Maggie's bloodstain eyes opens. The blood dries and flakes as it flies away… Pure white and gold light travel up her legs. Her armor is repaired. and transform in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/angel-maggie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/angel-maggie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sprouts wings and reaches out for the Spear.  &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-to-final-battle.html"&gt;Goku throws her the Spear just before taking an earring from Vegeta.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/m1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magdalena hovers looking down at Gaia in a flash of light The Magdalena changes and a Man with Wings appears….  "Gaia!" His voice calls like thunder quaking the Earth…  "My father has returned me to Earth to deal with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wings disappears and he raises the Spear… The Light pierces the fogs clearing it away and allowing sun and warmth to enter…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/arcangel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/arcangel.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demons quiver but Gaia doesn't. She stretches her arms her black robe flowing behind her like a cloud of darkness as she floats up to meet the Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arch-Angel of heaven, you have no place here on Earth. Be gone from this plane, lest I vanquish you myself.” Gaia claims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael raises his spear and yells, "You will not harm our children." As the spear glows it begins to suck away all of Gaia's abilities but her incredible strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia is enraged by this and kicks Michael sending him flying into a build, the spear of Destiny flips up and falls down into Gaia's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pathetic. I shall use the very spear that removed you from Earth to vanquish you again!" Gaia raises the Spear but its light fades and a golden light bolt strikes it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/spear-rocked.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/spear-rocked.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gaia screams and then thrusts with all her might the Spear of destiny into a rock… With the little bit of power she has she commands the rock of Earth to forever hold the Spear. Gaia is then left with nothing but her Strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael draws his sword… A demon throws Gaia 2 swords.  As Michael draws down his swords sending the sounds of thunder and lighting Gaia crosses her swords and catches the sword . She Jumps kicking Michael in the chest sending him back….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is equally strong, if not stronger but Gaia is quick and agile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arch Angel warrior back hands Gaia sending her flying to the ground but Gaia flips up kicking Michael in the chest, face then flips around to his back and lunges with one of  her swords, Michael parries and once again swords clash with a great sound of lightening and thunder this time the earth trembles and rocks come jetting up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither combatants speak. They glare with focused eyes. It seems neither will win nor will either loose but it is Gaia who draws the first drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael kicks Gaia's leg sending her down on her back. Michael lifts his sword and repositions it to face the ground he lifts it in the air and Gaia draws a dagger from her gown and buries it into his ribs, As the Angel staggers back from the first blood strike, Gaia sweeps his feet from under him. She now swings her swords as Michael dodges and finally is back on his feet. With all the power and strength of the Arch Angel Michael one of the swords of Gaia is shattered, Michael with his free hands punches Gaia across the face drawing blood from her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/micheal-aa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/micheal-aa.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neither can heal, so both suffer their wounds as they continue to battle… The Earth becomes Angry the heavens become angry both are violent and filled with blood rage…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115704721412169551?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115704721412169551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115704721412169551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115704721412169551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115704721412169551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/ressurection-part-1.html' title='The Ressurection... part 1'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115695222208493270</id><published>2006-08-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:37:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/crucify2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/400/crucify2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/confrontation-battle-and-death.html"&gt;"Hanging on a cross is the lifeless Magdalena. Killed by Gaia!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115695222208493270?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115695222208493270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115695222208493270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115695222208493270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115695222208493270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/death.html' title='Death....'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115668948730337271</id><published>2006-08-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:12:36.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 9- the Long Kiss goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/maggie.html"&gt;Guy and I had brunch then we enjoyed more moments of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying naked in bed basking in the after glow when Guy nuzzled me. "I got a message we are needed in New York."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "Guy, go ahead. I will meet you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Guy left I used my laptop to send a quick brief message to Charles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Charles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has happened. We need to talk. It is urgent and should be done face to face…&lt;br /&gt;I do not think this should be discussed in an email so I will not say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I feel guilty? I wasn't sure… Right now I just felt a little out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the group I saw many were tired still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-kids-weird.html"&gt;Vegeta seemed amused&lt;/a&gt; and Goku…. &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2006/08/meme.html"&gt;He just glared at me…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense he was unhappy with me so I decided to have a one on one talk with him…&lt;br /&gt;As Goku walked in the room I began to speak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goku you seem…." I started to feel dizzy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku started to talk his voice became slow and distorted, I couldn’t make out what he was saying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room it is going black… closing up to darkness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Goku let's Maggie know he knows about her affair he then realizes she is changing, He sense 2 Kis&lt;br /&gt;One is Maggie the other, strong, powerful… pure like nothing he ever sensed… Like pure light and life&lt;br /&gt;Like …. "Is this what Humans call a Saint?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magdalene's eyes glow, her aura glows and expands as she grows to a giant and sprouts wings. Then Magdalene changes …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie?" Goku walks up to the towering figure and stands waist high…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the voice speaks the ground trembles, "The time comes soon…  At an appointed time, you will become the possessor of the Spear of Destiny. Use it for only one purpose. When the dove appears, pierce the right side of the Magdalena. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure takes a few steps back away from Goku and fades as The Magdalena returns to normal and lays on the floor passed out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henchman runs in and yells, "What did you do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku, "Nothing, she changed…"&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to become aware… I had blackout again.. Guy stood next to me, a look of worry over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did it again" Guy emphasis it, and I knew he meant this possession…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed everyone away… I went to a room and locked myself in… I washed my face and looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened after I got stab, what if I wasn't completely cured… I knew the person for the job I needed to be done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found SHI and Logan together talking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana, I need to speak with Logan …. Alone." I said and Ana nodded and walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Logan, "If this is about Henchman…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked surprised, "No this.. Logan I need you to kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was Logan who was surprised, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look something is possessing me, I cant let….. Just kill me…" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't do Darlin'" he began to walk away and I grabbed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its what you do, what your are good at," I slapped him trying to provoke him, "Kill me! I cheated on the Professor I betrayed a friend of yours, Kill me, "I hit him harder  and when I tried the third time he grabbed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't kill you!" Logan said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his claws and pulled them to my guts, "You have to ! I cant do it myself I was trained in a sense programmed against anything but surviving, I will fight you but you have to Logan, Now do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried drawing a dagger to provoke him, He drew his claws stopping just at my throat, "You know lady you're insane!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then my aura glowed and acted as a force field pushing his claws away from me. He was slung away, tossed like a rag doll…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone came running into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and…. "I sense something…. We have to go to the center of New York City now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Vegeta asked suspiciously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to ask the same, Air force intelligence says there is a disturbance again in DC, " Carol turned to Scott, "This is were Gaia's minions attacked the hardest before, it is logical it is where she will attack again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then don't come, I will go alone…" I said as I dressed and armed myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out I saw Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will go with you." Guy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others foolishly traveled to DC, Guy and I alone traveled to the center of New York… I turned to him and kissed him. It wasn't a passionate kiss. It was a kiss goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/confrontation-battle-and-death.html"&gt;Somehow I felt this would be good-bye….&lt;br /&gt;We looked up and saw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/confrontation-battle-and-death.html"&gt;…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115668948730337271?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115668948730337271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115668948730337271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115668948730337271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115668948730337271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-9.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 9- the Long Kiss goodbye...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115642973284807744</id><published>2006-08-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:28:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I possessed? or In Lust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/heartache.html"&gt;I was laying here awake. My eyes closed, I would have to open them soon. Last night was wonderful. Guy was so intent. I reached out and found an empty spot, but it was still warm. I opened my eyes and smelled breakfast. As I sat up Guy greeted me with breakfast. He had had a shower and was looking nice enough to eat as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy just sat and watched me eat… "You aren't eating?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"I will have some after you shower." He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my shower and as soon as I came out we found each other back into each other's arms…&lt;br /&gt;Guy called me his goddess and asked to worship me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be his. I needed Guy's touch and his kiss.&lt;br /&gt;After an incredible mourning that last way into the afternoon I woke&lt;br /&gt;This was becoming complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took another shower  I couldn't help but think of Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out put on my robe and as I turned I felt something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia!" I yelled still dripping from my shower looking frantically around, still wearing a robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magdalena! " Gaia yelled, then I saw her. Sweet Gaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia listen to me…" I began to try and reason with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She screamed, she was in pain, then she transformed, "Magdalena," Lucifer snarled, I could hear his shadowy voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is interesting…. Henchman?  Oh that Old kook in the wheel chair will be so surprise. I wonder if the all knowing Professor X saw this coming!" the demon cackled and then I felt his eyes bared down into me, "I just wanted you to know that I will enjoy watching Gaia kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia!" I screamed as I woke… I looked around… A dream, it was just a dream though I could shake the feeling of being watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found roses and a note…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Magdalena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I would not do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roses were so beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw on my cloths and armor, grabbing weapons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rushed out the Bishop stopped me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magdalena! We understand that a man left this afternoon, one that arrived last night." He stood in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your eminence, this is not any of your concern. I have to find Gaia now out of my WAY!" I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed my arm, "I hope you are not planning on going Rogue or to defy the church. We have rules. Do not forget who you serve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take you hand off the lady!" I turned to see Guy standing with a weapon in hand….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, it's okay I can handle this." I tossed Guy my bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Guy hesitated, not wanting to leave…  I looked at the Bishop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As Maggie looks at the Bishop she defiantly yells,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I," &lt;/span&gt;Her eyes began to glow&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, "KNOW," &lt;/span&gt;her aura glowed,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "PRECISELY," &lt;/span&gt;she sprouted angelic wings&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, "DAMN" &lt;/span&gt;she began to levitate,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "WELL" &lt;/span&gt;her muscles began to grow larger,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "WHO," &lt;/span&gt;her voice became stronger and loud as thunder&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, "I SERVE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop crumbled in fear, "Demon! The Magdalena has been possessed by demons!" He crawled and then ran away…  Maggie fell unconscious to the ground and had returned too normal…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke in a nice hotel room, Penthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy brought me a drink and placed it in my hands, "Magdalena drink…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few sips, "don't…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy looked at me moving locks of hair from over my eyes, "Don't what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't call me Magdalena, the church does that. It's Maggie, please." I sipped the tonic carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened back there?" Guy asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was about to ask you that, I remember turning to the Bishop and then I blacked out." I said so unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you sprouted wings, became spectral, your muscle bulged and your voice started to shake the ground. The Padre thinks you're possessed by demons. Which is why I brought you here. I was afraid it might not be safe for you at the temple." Guy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me close, "I don't know but the guy was out of line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the glass down and curled up into Guy, "You know they killed the Magdalena before me for going Rogue. They take us and raise when we are born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one will hurt you that I promise." Guy said kissing me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/showing-me-sites.html"&gt;You dont understand, they control my whole life.&lt;/a&gt; They have to&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-past.html"&gt; approve everything, or&lt;/a&gt; ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shhhh... Come here Maggie I have a surprise for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led me into the bathroom, which was huge with a skylight over a bathtub, the size of a spa.&lt;br /&gt;In fact it bubbled like a Jacuzzi. There were rose petals in it and lying around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was lit by candlelight….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy slowly unfastened my cloths and let them fall. He kissed my shoulder and each vertebra along my spine. Guy scooped me up and carried me over to the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed me in and then took a washrag and began to wash my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face him and unfastened his belt. He stood to kick his shoes off and I continued to unfasten his pants lifting his shirt, exposing his lower abs. I started at his belly button kissing down the happy trail&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Guy moan. His pants fell to the ground and he stepped out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Naughty I then surprised him by pulling him into the tub with me… I kissed him deeply as he laughed and I tugged on his wet shirt until I was able to pull it over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the scars from where he had lost his arm… I kissed them gently… I kissed across his chest and at the place where his heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy attempted to take control but not this time… I pushed him back and allowed my kisses to explore his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy began to moan more as he inched up on the tub's bank, my hands gripped his muscular legs as Guy gasped…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t stop, I continued to test his manhood and tease Guy causing him to moan more.. He grabbed a hold of the towel rack and in a few seconds broke it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to pull me up to him but right now this was his moment ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles in the room slowly burned down and as the room became dark Guy trembled and surrendered to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the light of the moon now lightened the room. Guy slid down into the tub, he breath labored, he pulled me close into his lap wrapping his legs around me he pulled my back against his chest, kissed at my ear and continued to wash my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered, "That mutant is a fool. He should not have neglected you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did feel guilty it was true Charles spent his time with cognac or answering the call from this queen. It had not really been like this with us in a long time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy was nibbling on my ears, tickling me with his 5 o'clock shadow, " Maggie now it's your turn. "&lt;br /&gt; I giggled, "You're not tired?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tired? I  know you don't think I am done. No, not done by a long shot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115642973284807744?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115642973284807744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115642973284807744' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115642973284807744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115642973284807744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-possessed-or-in-lust.html' title='Am I possessed? or In Lust?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115633907449759350</id><published>2006-08-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T06:17:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausing to exhale</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at the church meditating trying to focus where Gaia was. A shadow appears behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/magdalena.html"&gt;"We need to talk." Henchman states…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over my shoulder, I really wanted to be alone, I was certainly not in the mood to talk to anyone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask if he was following me if he had tracked me down and for what purposed but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I merely asked the most logical, "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurting, I felt as if I had failed so many innocent lives starting with Gaia. He wanted to give me his side of the story. I thought the point was mute, why should he care oe want me to know why he betrayed our deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanted to go back to my meditation, I was hurting and I was lonely. Charles left me, just left. I had to do a job and I wasnt sure how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine what is it?" I barked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to take me out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing after telling me his name, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/magdalena.html"&gt;Guy Abrams&lt;/a&gt;, he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we had dinner. At first I was tense and uncomfortable but as I sat listening to Guy I found I began to relax a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our conversation he called me a cab and to my surprised he kissed me. I slapped him. As Guy turned away to walk off, I called to him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry… Guy." I called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy raised a hand, "No it's alright. I guess I deserved that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you didn't.  It is just …" I sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie you don't have to explain." Guy stated as he motioned me toward the cab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and looked off and as he opened the cab door Guy looked at me, "Something you need to talk about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head negatively and stepped to the cab door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie, you did a great job with the demons. This Gaia business, it isn't your fault." Guy said as he gentle placed a hand on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Guy, "Thanks I wish Charles would have stuck around to say that to me in person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Guy asked as if he didn't catch what I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly changed the subject, "Nothing, Guy I want you to read my report on what happened with Gaia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I motioned him to get into the cab and he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the church and went up to my small apartment, well it more like a small room as the kitchen and bedroom is all in one room. While Guy read over my copy of my report to the Church on what happened , a nun knocked at the door. I invited her to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those papers you wanted has arrived." She said handing them to me and then leaving peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the brown envelope and began to read, then I threw he papers across the room and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy looked up stood and picked up one of the papers, "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles has been in contact with me telepathically off and on. I couldn't understand why he felt it necessary to leave in the middle of our battle. Things just didn’t fit in. &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/queen-galactas-attendant-showed-me-to.html"&gt;When I told him I wasn't even aware we had a queen….&lt;/a&gt;" I paused, "I also wondered why a ruler of a Queen level would allow Earth to be attacked by demons and not provided us any assistance. &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2006/04/membership-to-league-of-planets.html"&gt;It is because Queen Galactic isn't our queen. Earth was turned down so we are not apart of her rule or protection.&lt;/a&gt; Earth is his home and Earth needed him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Earth? So your jealous?" Guy stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I am hurt, I am his girlfriend and I needed him here. Not to be left with this to deal with alone." I fought back the urge to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry I am not really sure what to say." Guy said as he placed his hand on my back in a gentle comforting way. I turned to look at him and raised my hand to his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With quick reflexes he grabbed my hand, "Don't… Don't do that thing you do with…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to gently move his thumb across the back of my hand, lightly massaging my hand with his hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "I wasn't doing that, your bleeding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I motioned with my head and eyes to a place on his chest, blood was seeping through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, yeah I got hurt, I thought I had bandaged that." Guy said a little surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here let me, take your shirt off and sit on the bed." I said as I went for the first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned I noticed his muscular build and tried to look away before he saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat the med kit on the nightstand.&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like that should have had stitches, I am surprised it’s the only injury you got," I said as I dabbed a cotton ball with some disinfectant on his wound. He flinched a little and I lowered down and blew at the wound. I put butterfly stitches on Guy to close the wound. "One of the nuns taught me how to use a bandage like this to pull a wound close, it's called…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A butterfly stitch I know." Guy said watching me carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are pretty tough, I took a lot of injuries that was more than a few bumps and bruises during this last battle, " I continued to say as I finished his dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy moved his face hesitantly close, I could feel his breath on my cheek, I turned to face him and met his lips. Slowly I leaned into his kiss as he reached with one arm around my waist and the other hand reached up to my face. Then he pulled me down into his lap… My hands pressed up against his naked chest, his bare muscles rippled under my touch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I opened my mouth allowing him to deepen our kiss even more. Guy pulled slightly away and nibbled my bottom lip and then slowly kissed my chin, then neck as he pulled my clothing away to reveal more flesh for him to nibble and kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to shake, I didn’t know why. It wasn't my first time. I had been involved with Charles and other men before Charles but yet I was so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Guy lifted his head, his lips came to my ear and whispered, "It's okay Maggie, I am not going to hurt you. I may have a cybernetic  arm  but I can be very gentle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it isn't that." I whispered back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have to…." Guy began to pull away and I interrupted him with a very passionate and deep kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled me over laying me on my bed as he finished pulling off my cloths..  Guy ran a gentle finger over the injuries I had received during my battle in Washington. He bent down kissing everyone lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he began exploring every curve and shadow of my body with his kisses… Moving until he found sweet areas that increased my pleasure. My fingers tangled and became entwined into his hair as my breathing became labored. I began whispering his name over and over begging him not to stop, but soon that whisper became louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy stopped abruptly and quickly moved over me placing a hand over my mouth, "Maggie shhh… there is Nuns down stairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed Guy off and over on the bed quickly climbing on to his body as I pulled and tugged at his pants, "Let them listen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115633907449759350?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115633907449759350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115633907449759350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115633907449759350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115633907449759350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/pausing-to-exhale.html' title='Pausing to exhale'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115626770554707278</id><published>2006-08-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:28:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 8 - hudson and his me mes</title><content type='html'>I sit quietly… I am kneeled before the altar in my church… I open my eyes… So you have returned to Earth….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my cell still vibrating…&lt;a href="http://bishopshouldgo.blogspot.com/2006/08/bugs-everywhere-man-get-em-off-get-em.html"&gt;Hudson?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A me-me…. Very well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the nearest book. Tantra Yoga and the wisdom Goddess&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of it and the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tag three people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page 123 has a picture so I am save.. No?  okay page 124…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhumavati represents the darkness of the face of the deep, the original chaos and obscurity which underlies creation. She is the darkness of primordial ignorance, Mulavidya, from which this world of illusions has arisen, and which is seeking to transcend. The truth is that we are born in ignorance. It is not some theory but the hard and clear fact of our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag?  Okay I will Tag &lt;a href="http://caroladawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Novy&lt;/a&gt;'s friend &lt;a href="http://tandasblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Captain&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fusethesporesfluke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fluke.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/find-him.html"&gt;Now back to my meditation... Try to focus on Gaia... Where on Earth are you? Hmmmm....  I know you can sense me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115626770554707278?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115626770554707278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115626770554707278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115626770554707278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115626770554707278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-8.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 8 - hudson and his me mes'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115608760691191924</id><published>2006-08-20T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T08:26:47.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 7: the calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washington was in ruins. Ash and debris covered every where.&lt;br /&gt;Heroes gathered around… &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/son-goten-londons-mess.html"&gt;Goku appeared and walked toward Vegeta.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Maggie?" The Sayian asks his comrade.&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta nods to the center of the city, Maggie is kneeling her head hung low.&lt;br /&gt;"She has been sitting like that for sometime, shouldn't we…" Warbird stated&lt;br /&gt;Goku sighs, "Stay here…."&lt;br /&gt;Goku walked toward the Magdalena….&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Image3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Image3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Goku, not now. " I said to the person walking toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie…" Goku whispered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at it… The Destruction… lost of lives… It is all my fault… I failed to protect Gaia and I have failed to save these people from her Demons…. " I lifted my hands covered in ash and blood… "Something is happening to me and I can not explain it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie none of this is your fault. You have tried everything….." Goku stated pulling me up to standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged him off, "It wasn't good enough… I have to report back to the church and try to find out what is happening to me… You are in charge… get everyone to rendezvous at the mansion. Take the time to get everyone medical help, get them healed and have them rest, " I looked to the North as the sky rolled with thunder, "Goku, it isn't over. This is just the calm before the storm, " I turned to look at him, "Get everyone ready to fight but do not proceed to hunt down the demons or go after Gaia, not yet. Wait for me to return…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the rain began to pour, The Magdalena turned away from Goku and walked away until she became nothing but a blur and then no more. From the Dark clouds a light shine down on Goku, Only Goku could see it… This light which burned his eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://neirr.org/angels.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://neirr.org/angels.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A thunderous voice speaks… "When the hour of desperation has come. When the finale battle is to be fought… You and only you will need to take the spear of Destiny and pierce the right side of the Magdalena. Do this when the dove of light passes over the dark sky and not before. Wait for the sign..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Goku can respond the light is gone…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115608760691191924?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115608760691191924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115608760691191924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115608760691191924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115608760691191924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-7.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 7: the calm before the storm'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115591502841383560</id><published>2006-08-18T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:09:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 6:bloodbath</title><content type='html'>Foolish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-humanoid-men-dressed-in-sharp.html"&gt;Xavier says he has faith in me&lt;/a&gt; but I have never had to lead… I was sent to fight evil and I did what I had to but alone not like this….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some looking toward me for answers and others fighting against me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-sides-to-every-story.html"&gt;Vegeta is one that is fighting me…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/trouble-in-big-apple-part-2-vegeta.html"&gt;I received a transmission from SHI that he killed innocent lives&lt;/a&gt;… After he was so ready to kill &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;, what was I too think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hired &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchman&lt;/a&gt; to help me protect the innocent with Gaia the one I had in mind but Vegeta paid him more&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta has accused me of trying to have him assassinated… Which I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Gohan to go after Vegeta, Vegeta countered my orders. Pushing the fact he was the Sayian Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned later that what Vegeta killed were undead, lives that couldn't be saved. If I was there I would have seen it but I wasn't there and I am trying to save the lives here in DC while dealing with this that is happening in Canada with him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta has abandoned us because he has taken this personal. I sent a message to Goku, he has always tried to help give those who were evil a chance to change. I hope Goku can help. I just do not know how to talk to these Sayians…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not take it personal Vegeta's accusations that I have done evil. To my knowledge I have not but if I have then I will be judged by a higher power… When the time comes… and if the battle continues it may be sooner than later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for his accusations of the Church and my employers… I do not doubt what he says is true. I myself have refused missions because they were not just… I serve a higher power…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make them understand what I saw happen to Gaia…. What has happened to Gaia is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed her. I have to save her. If she can not be saved then it will be my destiny to destroy her. However I pray it will not come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the capital late and the Demons were flooding the streets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have divided different groups to help save the people and then if possible DC itself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To all Heroes… Scott, Warbird, any others… If the demons have been stopped where you are get here to DC and help here…. Logan and SHI grab some people and head to Philly, there is trouble there!" I screamed into my communicator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-poster-danny-meeting-parents.html"&gt;"Philly? Danny and Laura!" I heard SHI say…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I heard because an explosion sent me flying into some debris. A demon reached for me and I severed his hand and stabbed him with the Spear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood trickled down from my brow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE need back up!" I screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realized that the whitehouse was gone…. It had been destroyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general of these demons yelled, "Do as the mistress has requested! Destroy the government and its people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how long I was fighting before Cyclops and his group arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons crowded the street; they were coming for me. I was cut off from the others… My instinctive reflex was to use the Spear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy LIGHT!" The spear glowed and this time its power was 10 fold and I glowed with it, I had been transformed and stronger since I had been cured and it was growing… The demons turned to ash as an atomic light was sent in all directions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Demon General growled as he charged for me, "Magdalena!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready just as I was preparing for fight a blast of light turned him into ash that rained down and covered me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it! Use that thing to kill them all!" a voice said behind me… Vegeta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am too low, I need to be higher…" I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta flew down and grabbed me, he flew up in the air….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"High enough?" He asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shield your eyes… HOLY LIGHT!" I screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when I was enveloped with light I sprouted wings of light and Vegeta was sent hurling away from me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light beams rained like meteor down from me and the spear striking down each demon and destroying them.. Then I returned to normal and fell to the ground…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around at the debris as I rose.. My knees bleeding and my armor was broken and damaged.. DC would have to be rebuilt.. I found myself in a familiar spot the only thing left standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iloveoregon.com/images/P1012711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://iloveoregon.com/images/P1012711.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knelt at the feet of the statue of the old president as blood flowed heavily from the head wound I had sustained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of my eye I saw and infected, I grabbed it. It was a young boy of 13. He was infected for too long and now was undead crying "Kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill him!" Vegeta yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I … I .. can't." I said… I knew it had to be done but….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can." I heard Vegeta say as I closed my eyes and thrusted my dagger into the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I.. I… I am sorry…." I wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed while the boy's body turned to ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears dropped on the ash and I sense someone approaching from behind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and saw Vegeta standing there… We said nothing to each, I just knelt in silence&lt;br /&gt;The question now in my mind was what had happened to me? Becoming stronger? Glowing? What was happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I will still be here&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold me, in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when your dreams have ended&lt;br /&gt;Time can be transcended&lt;br /&gt;Just remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly,&lt;br /&gt;It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you tell, my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I will still be here&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold me, in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one voice in the cold wind, that whispers&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I still can reach out, and touch you&lt;br /&gt;Then I will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I'll never leave you&lt;br /&gt;If you will only&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I will still be here&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold me&lt;br /&gt;In your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when your dreams have ended&lt;br /&gt;Time can be transcended&lt;br /&gt;I live forever&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;Remember... me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Artist: Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;Song: Remember Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115591502841383560?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115591502841383560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115591502841383560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115591502841383560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115591502841383560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 6:bloodbath'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115584591796130632</id><published>2006-08-17T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:18:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 5: the fight in DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/professor-yes-trunks-i-have.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/professor-yes-trunks-i-have.html"&gt;"Maggie, you will lead one group with our main group to defend Washington. Cyclops, I want you to take Vegeta and Wolverine. You will rendezvous with Alpha Flight to defend Ontario. I will coordinate our efforts from here and try to contact Emma Frost. She should be in England with the Cuckoo Sisters. Her psionic powers should be most effective against the aliens. Now go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles had put me in charge of the group heading to DC.  I pulled Gohan aside, "I need you to help protect the innocent, the ones who are possessed. Also I need you to help protect Gaia, She isn't evil. Something happen and none of you were there, this is why I am asking for you to trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/heading-to-dc.html"&gt;I glanced at henchman&lt;/a&gt;, "Let me know when we reach DC." I called henchman to the back where we could speak privately…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman looked at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I folded my arms, "You know who my employers are," He nodded and I continued, "Though my service to them doesn't involve payment, not everyone we have had to employ," I paused and walked to my laptop, "and we have had to employ outsider help before," I opened the laptop, "but as you can guess they have required payment. During these times, my employers have been known to be quite generous," I stated hitting the enter button and then turning for him to see the lap top, "All you have to do is enter your account number and press enter," I said as henchman looked at the numbers before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enough to buy him an entire building of Dentist. Henchman looked at me his mouth opened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" I asked for him… "It is simple," I said as I walked toward him, "I didn't like how things went earlier. I know you agree with Vegeta but," I placed my hand on his chest over his hear. My hand began to glow and I stared right into his eyes, "but I also know your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman shrug away breaking my connection…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue before he spoke, "If Gaia needs to be killed I will do it. However that is for me to decide. You accept this payment you agree to one… prevent that homicidal maniac from killing Gaia, or anyone else… and two well… To keep that lunatic in check… He isn't on our team but I have a feeling we will end up re-grouping. If we do, I will be counting on your service, to help protect the innocent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slide the laptop to henchman… Think about it, but not to long…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away and was informed we was arriving at DC…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will provide you cover." I said as I held up the Spear….  "Holy Light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sprang into action….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle had begun….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115584591796130632?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115584591796130632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115584591796130632' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115584591796130632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115584591796130632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-5.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 5: the fight in DC'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115566440646261439</id><published>2006-08-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:03:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/darkknight2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/darkknight2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/metal-fist-smashed-hard-into-back-of.html"&gt;We were giving this battle our all, then suddenly … A shuttlecraft slowly descended, the demons started falling by the dozens. Soon there were none left standing….  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/DarkKnight.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/DarkKnight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles emerged from his shuttle…  "I am glad you are here." I said to him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/meeting-x-men.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the war room. I saw Henchman, he seemed nervous and uncomfortable, and I wanted to welcome him but had so much on my mind.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him and Vegeta arguing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia has been corrupted I tried to stop it but I couldn't." Charles put his arm on her shoulder and I lowered my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have no time for recriminations." announces Charles stated. " I sense that other cities are being attacked. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well there is one way to stop that." Vegeta tells everyone. We turn to the Prince. " We cut the beast off at the head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclops speaks up. " You're not suggesting...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/meeting.html"&gt;" Yes I am, " he paused and looked at us, " the way to stop this is to kill Gaia." Vegeta states arrogantly…&lt;br /&gt;As the words left his mouth I threw the Spear of destiny… It landed besides his face cutting a few of his hairs… it was a close shave a hair further and it would have impaled him…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my being blessed after the demon had infected me I was stronger, faster… I moved with out Vegeta realizing, normally he would have but for the time I was changed, I couldn’t explain it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look of surprise came over his face but unlike anyone who would have become angry he smirked, Damn Sayians.  Charles concerned I might try that throw again tried to comfort me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR!" I yelled, watching many in the room cower, "The Arc Angel met with me, Not any arch angel, Michael! I was instructed not to use the Spear unless necessary…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is why you threw it at me," Vegeta stated sarcastically…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SILENCE and listen!" I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bah! I do not…." Vegeta began to say and I threw several of my throwing knives, he blasted two away, which landed uncomfortably between the legs of Henchman and Scott… However the third hit Vegeta's ear lobe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie!" Charles yelled shocked….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Arch Angels are involved I think, even if they are not… I have a destiny, I and Gaia that is… No ONE will kill her." I addressed the room as Charles sent calming thoughts to me, trying to calm me down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should discuss another way of resolving this, other than murder," I heard a male Human say, he was standing next to Scott in a very caring stance. If memory served me correctly this was Ana's protégé, Danny reached down and pulled the knife from between Scott's legs and tossed it back to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to agree, but what ever we do we need to hurry… " Warbird stated, Scott was hiding behind her now… He seemed nervous around Danny…&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me but…" A young boy stated raising his hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh what are you doing here?" Charles asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I um… I been trying to heal everyone… but some of these wounds they are … well weird… This guy here he is turning into…. Well…" Elixir stood over the body of a human female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana!" I heard both Wolverine and Danny yell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SHI; she was fighting the poison from the demon knife…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the same poison that infected me." I said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is turning into one of those Demons…" Elixir stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So some of the Demons may be innocent victims, humans, mutants…" Another stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the ones that aren't armored" Charles added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Wolverine draw his claws, "Hold her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad what are you doing?" Laura asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amputating the limb before the poison spreads…" Logan growled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and grabbed Wolverine's hand… "That wont be necessary… I know how to counter this…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/_MAGDALENA_POSTER_Joseph_Michael_Linsner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/_MAGDALENA_POSTER_Joseph_Michael_Linsner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I grabbed the spear and walked to Elixir, "This is going to hurt and it will only last for 8 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then cut Elixir's hand, both of them with my dagger, "Hold them with the palms up." I said ask I took the spear and held the point still stained with the blood of Christ, a permanent stain that has transformed a normal spear, I held that part over his palms. I took some clean water and poured it over the stain letting the water flows down over Elixirs' hands. The water glowed, as did his hands. He turned from Gold to Pure white…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now heal her," I said standing back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Elixir healed her we watched… He fell after tired….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI rose… "Darlin, you okay?" Wolverine asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Ana stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, we need to fight these things, evacuate the cities and more importantly not get stabbed." I said looking to him for guidance how we would proceed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman pulling the knife and giving Vegeta a dirty look walked to me, he put a hand on my shoulder, "I do not think anyone here wants to kill Gaia, but you may have to… that could be your destiny."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/b018a3ea45.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/b018a3ea45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it is then it is mine to bare alone:" I stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was comfortable with Henchman, one day I would ask his name... He may be for hire but he had a good heart even if he didn't know it, unfortnately it was for hire to highest bidder and dental....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115566440646261439?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115566440646261439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115566440646261439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115566440646261439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115566440646261439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-4.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 4'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115557293989975790</id><published>2006-08-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:31:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-what-are-these-horrible-things.html"&gt;Things were happening and they were happening fast… So many was fighting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our battle in New York we headed to the School…&lt;br /&gt;Both &lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-metal-trouble.html"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/attack-repelled.html"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; were doing a great job…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can sense &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-going-on.html"&gt;Henchmen's Ki&lt;/a&gt;, I think he is coming." Vegeta told me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good we can use all the help we can get," I got a telepathic message from Charles…. "Xmen, Vegeta and company… I have good news and bad news… T&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-challenge-10.html"&gt;he bad news is Charles got voted of the TV show…."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the good news would be? "Scott asked nervously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He knows about the battle and is coming home…" I think Scott almost cheered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warbird gave Scott a passionate kiss and then took off after the demons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took charge as leader until Charles got here, Don't think Scott liked that… I am sure it was him I heard say 'slut'. Sometimes I get the feeling that he is jealous of Charles and me, not because he likes me… no I strongly sense he may have a crush on Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen up people, watch the daggers on these things, if it cuts you it will bring out your negative, your evil side and tendencies… Iceman if someone get stabbed freeze the wound or even maybe them… You be careful yourself…. " I was looking around as I took and grasp my spear….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolverine you and the Russian take the East Side… Cyke and Warbird you get the West Side… Spiderman, get the civies cleared and the kids," I said it realizing he was already doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elixir keep everyone healed you and the other pull the wounded to a safe place back from the battle." I shouted again as everyone was getting ready… I drew my sword and lifted the Spear of Destiny….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy Light!" I screamed as the light from the spear burst blinding the demons allowing everyone time to charge into battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Charles arrives soon…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115557293989975790?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115557293989975790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115557293989975790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115557293989975790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115557293989975790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-3.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 3'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115521727866848031</id><published>2006-08-10T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T06:41:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength... part 2</title><content type='html'>While in New York, &lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/08/die-die-die.html"&gt;Vegeta and I came across Spiderman&lt;/a&gt;... After &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/spiders-holy-warriors-and-zombies.html"&gt;Vegeta and Spiderman dealt with Spiderman's problem. &lt;/a&gt;We saw we had other fish to fry and &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-called-magdalena.html"&gt;I had my own problems&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/08/headmistress-xavier.html"&gt;Was I being punished for giving into Charles whim&lt;/a&gt;? After returning from Gaia while waiting for the Church to read my report Charles had sent for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I knew what this was about but I couldn't believe it, not our beloved sweet Gaia. If my feelings were right then I was at fault…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was handling my own, I used the Spear but was being careful… I used it mainly as I would any weapon... I didn't draw upon its power… Not unless Necessary Michael said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature was evil… He stabbed me and a black poison was released into my body. Already from his evil, my stomach cramped but now my illness from the vile evil within him was overwhelming me, I began to vomit… Gnats flew out of my mouth…. As the poison left my body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God what have you been eating?" Spiderman asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no, he is evil he tried to stab me and poison me with evil, my body…. Becomes sick at such evil and rejects it…" I said while Vegeta had drawn the demon's fire… I turned and ran toward Spiderman, using Spiderman's thigh I leapt into the air somersaulted and landed in front of the beast, "and I can not be corrupted by evil! My body is too pure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Demon laughed, "Not too pure, not anymore:"&lt;br /&gt;He pointed at my wound some of the poison still remained; it had attached to something with in me. And it was spreading…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin began to rot like a leper as I crumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie!" I heard from Vegeta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now you die! I have fulfilled my Mistresses biding!" The monster turned and left…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman and Vegeta came to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I swear? Did I lie? Did I do something…" I pondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is rambling, delusional." Vegeta said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO," I looked at both men, "I must make confession and be forgiven, I did something… though small it has polluted my body, the evil is clinging to it… but what did I do?"  I stated as Spiderman picked me up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not sinned since my last confession… I couldn't think what I had done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe the fathers could help…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil poison was corrupting me…. I first felt Lust…. I began kissing Spiderman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah woah … Married.... Happily," Spiderman said tossing me to Vegeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to seduce Vegeta, "And I'm not happily married..." Vegeta tossed me back to Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this hot potatoe," Spiderman asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became very sensuous as I tried to lure both Vegeta and Spiderman into the evil I was become controlled by… It was as if I was looking through a window or mirror, like it was someone else doing these things, but it was me and I couldn't stop what was happening, I had no control…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed Vegeta down and was all over him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I should get you to a room?" Spiderman said in a dry humorous way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Maggie but this is for your own good as well as mine," Vegeta said just before punching me and knocking me out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in the cathedral….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chained to a pew while 5 priest tried to exorcise the evil with in me…&lt;br /&gt;I snarled and spat…&lt;br /&gt;Father Begard sat pouring holy water in my hand, "Show us her sin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s a curse…" Said father Begard  "She has put a curse on someone, cursing someone is a sin. She must remove the curse and then ask forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta and Spiderman just stood and watched….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile the demon returns to his Mistress….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it done? Is the Magdalena dead?" The woman asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better, the pure Magdalena will die as a new dark slave to you will be born." The Demons says]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta and Spiderman, "Maggie who did you curse, Maggie…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Begard brought forward another of the Magdalena bloodline, sort of a cousin or sister but still very young, still not a woman, still a child… They gave her the spear of destiny….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do?" Vegeta asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What has to be done, When this Magdalena dies, this child will take over…" Father Gorier stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can not do that" Spiderman argued in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me...." I gasped in between curses and swearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta turned, "Maggie we are here…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me, I said Let me be damned to hell for failing Gaia…." I explained as I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She cursed her self," Spiderman said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She must take it off or we have to… we have to do what needs to be done," Father Brigard stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie, this isn't your fault… You have to undo the curse… " Vegeta and Spiderman took turns as they try to reach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child drew the spear….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wait…." Spiderman yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can not… the evil is taking her over," The child thrusted the spear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spear stops centimeter from my heart, my hands formed a prayer mudra stopping the spear in mid air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please god let my curse be undone, please I confess and beg for forgiveness…" I fall as the priest all forgive me my sin and the light from the spear begins to cleans me and purify me once again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand and I was stronger than before and turn to Vegeta and Spiderman… "&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/warren-you-mean-angel-thats-impossible.html"&gt;Now what?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115521727866848031?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115521727866848031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115521727866848031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115521727866848031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115521727866848031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-2.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength... part 2'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115505231983360330</id><published>2006-08-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:53:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary, give me strength...</title><content type='html'>"Mother Mary, &lt;span style=""&gt;grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the strength and courage to  change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference&lt;/span&gt;," I kneel before the altar of god in my cathedral; I wait to be called upon the by Cardinals. They want an explanation of my report…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what else I can tell them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that since I returned no one has seen Gaia, this worries me… Also something is changing  … has changed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to the cross of Jesus before me; he begins to glow and wings sprout…. At first I thought it was my guardian angel but no, this time it was the ArchAngel Michael…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen child, you have a task… You must go now… Follow your heart and the spear… Go now but do not use the spear unless it is truly necessary…." The voice of a thousand angels spoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I am to be questioned by the Cardinals they haven't dismissed… " I shyly answered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO NOW!" a thunderous voice boomed as the Spear of Destiny was returned to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave the cathedral; I was outside New York… The feeling of the Earth, the air the winds…&lt;br /&gt;I then saw someone fly past…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/somethings-wrong-with-earth.html"&gt;"Vegeta? Is that you?" I hurried to catch up to the Prince…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood face to face not saying a word…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Vegeta broke silence, "So is it that bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "I do not know but I don't want to believe what my heart and guts are telling me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are heading to the Xavier Mansion, best you come too…" Vegeta said as I nodded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115505231983360330?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115505231983360330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115505231983360330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115505231983360330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115505231983360330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength.html' title='Mother Mary, give me strength...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115496561531976080</id><published>2006-08-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:46:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... finale</title><content type='html'>I tried desperately to get through the door. I could not get through… I began searching for another way in though I knew better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I felt his presence; it was my Guardian Angel. I kneeled before him and listened as he spoke, "You can not interfere with the one called Gaia anymore. You must wait, she will come to you, and things will come too past. The things will be hard for you. I have to take the spear of destiny….  And the book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at shock, "Why take the Spear? Have I don't something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guardian summoned the spear to him, "No but I must take it, you will understand later. Now the book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached his hand out and the book started to drift to him, then a fire blast filled with the smell of brimstone and sulfur struck my Guardian Angel and he disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned against the black shadows the fireball came from. I climbed to the rock after getting the book…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I scared? I a descendant of the Lord Christ, chosen and trained to fight demons and evil of all sorts, was I scared?  Well let me out it this way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the Magdalena means I have a gift of sense evil, can wield a spear I no longer have to destroy demons, have the ability to fight most demons and have knowledge about evil that most don't have…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing may be have the battle but the ignorance of the innocent can have its appeal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is there is only one being strong enough to send a guardian angel away…  My guardian angel must have knew he was coming and feared him trying to get the spear and the book…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fight demons but he and his legion of generals only the archangels can fight….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasp the book closely and began to meditate and lock myself in prayer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was the fallen one here, I could feel his vile breath all around… So yes I was scared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-destiny.html"&gt;Gaia appeared in a panic, "Maggie we have to go now!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to ran, Demons began to swarm from the shadows around us, these was not your ordinary demons I was sent to destroy… No the demons I went after would be charred and destroyed by the spear of destiny but these demons though would be injured could endure it longer, these was the dark lords, Lucifer's legion… Only Michael and the ArchAngels could fight them, any mortal who tried died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In history one Magdalena tried and perished to be lost forever, we do not speak of what happened to her because it isn't pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite agile and fast, never clumsy but shadows were out to bar our way… Something from the shadow tried to reach for the book and I fell, dropping the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the demons Generals took it and used it to summon Lucifer fully to the realm of men, His evil was so overwhelming I felt nausea and sick, I was useless to Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shrug it off but the Lucifer grabbed both our ankles and we fell. He had Gaia I drew my word to fight. There is only one who has power over Lucifer, Michael. I could only hope that being a descendant meant I had the power to defend myself against him long enough to protect Gaia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia waved her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-warp.html"&gt;  [8:59:59 am …Charles stares for a moment as the two disappears.... Everything slows for a sec and then returns to normal. As Charles turns a bubble returns and Maggie appears... ... 9:00:00 am...]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-warp.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock 9 am? Where? It was my room on Hacknor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is that possible I have been gone...." I said confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 second..." Charles said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it was longer. " I replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what..." Charles went to inquire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not now Charles... If you can excuse me, I need sometime to gather my thoughts of what has happened the last... " I turned away and Charles nodded and rolled away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the lid of my laptop... The church would want me to document what happened... How do I explain what happened to me and Gaia, especially when we here I was gone only a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was voted off the show and was glad… The church wanted me back, they had questions&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to fill in what happened to Gaia and myself while I was gone... I wish I knew what happened to Gaia I have my suspicions but… I can't… I won't believe it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Gaia… no not….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115496561531976080?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115496561531976080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115496561531976080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115496561531976080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115496561531976080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-earth-father-sky-child-of-love_07.html' title='Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... finale'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115444610112170064</id><published>2006-08-01T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:28:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/tierra-nueva-dolphinsmile-green-man-masks-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/320/tierra-nueva-dolphinsmile-green-man-masks-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/07/change.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Gaia I went to sleep. I woke and was being attacked…&lt;br /&gt;There was a ground-shaking roar from somewhere in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we’d better leave… Those dogs aren’t going to stay gone for long.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia nodded, “Agreed. Why were they here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know… I think they were after the relics.” I said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then we’d better get out of here now,” Gaia grabbed my hand and teleported us to the southern Greek city of Magnesia; the base of Mount Othrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appeared at a mountain… "Okay, these mountains act as an impassible barrier to another dimension. The only way to it is through a door which the relics will unlock." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched and soon found the door… Gaia used the Relics and opened the door… We entered the dark and damp tunnel and soon found ourselves in a hall of mirrors, like the ones at carnivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine and Gaia's images were distorted but she saw something else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Gaia, What is it you see?" I asked her as she flinched from the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not sure, past, present, future.. me … Regrets, deeds, I don't know.." She mumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see it was bothering her so I took her hand, "Gaia let's push through then…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed forever we finally came into a clearing… It was an apple orchid… the trees was saplings with different apples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia these trees are too young to already have…" I went to say but as if in a trance Gaia just walked to a near by basket and began to fill it with 3 apples… She was selective f which apples she chose. I followed her as she continued further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deeper we penetrated the Orchid the larger the trees got… We reached an area with mature apple trees and once again Gaia picked 3 apples… I choose to be silent after all this was her Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had her apples she continued to what seemed to be the center of this apple grove… The trees became gnarled and bent… They were weathered and very old… The light no longer shun in and the hollowed sound of the Orchid echoes… I watched Gaia pick three more apples…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to the center druid like stones surrounded it and in the center was a woman, elderly minding her cauldron… The old crone held her hand up as we approached… Gaia stopped as did I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman pointed to me and then shook her crooked frail finger at me negatively… She then pointed at Gaia and motioned her to enter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No she doesn’t enter without me," I said as the words left my lips vines sprang up from the ground and barred my way&lt;br /&gt;Gaia continued in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now child hand me the apple that represents the regrets of your youth." The witch cackled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia handed her an apple and the crone dropped it in the cauldron and stirred, "Now child gaze in the cauldron…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now child hand me the apple that represents the regrets of your adult life." The witch cackled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia handed her an apple and the crone dropped it in the cauldron and stirred, "Now child gaze in the cauldron again…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as one by one Gaia gave an apple to the crone… Regrets from each stage of life, then sorrows and anger and finally joys … Gaia didn’t speak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the cauldron the old woman  pours a vile smelling concoction and gave it to Gaia to drink…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Gaia, don't…" I screamed but it was too late Gaia disappeared….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crone turned into a beautiful woman and then disappeared to, the vine let me go and as I ran to where Gaia was last I ran into the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamming into the door of the mountain without the artifacts I knew I would not be able to enter…&lt;br /&gt;I failed to protect her, I had failed Gaia… or did I? At this point I had no clue as what was going on…. Or what to expect…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115444610112170064?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115444610112170064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115444610112170064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115444610112170064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115444610112170064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-earth-father-sky-ch_115444610112170064.html' title='Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... part 4'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115403354353799659</id><published>2006-07-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:52:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/07/temple-of-artemis.html"&gt;"To Artemis's Temple!" Gaia said&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived we looked for the artifact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this it?" I asked kneeling next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I think it leads to it-ah!" she pushed a brick and it fell inwards. There was an echoing grinding sound and shaking. The circular stone fell away to reveal a long darkhole in the platform. The aura grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's down there," Gaia stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," I smiled, "what are we waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hooked arms and jumped…. What happened next I do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up next to Gaia with our backs up against a fallen column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I saw Gaia with the relic, "Now how did that happen?" I asked…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Image2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Image2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell you as we head for Island of Hectate…" Gaia said getting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sailed on a ship I warned Gaia that this one could be more challenging…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the voyage we finally were getting close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.shaw.ca/dorothy-mckay/Resources/sm19b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://members.shaw.ca/dorothy-mckay/Resources/sm19b.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie look at the water," She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faszination-tolkien.de/galerie/howe/grauen-anfurten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.faszination-tolkien.de/galerie/howe/grauen-anfurten.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know Gaia…. We should be careful…" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were here… We approached the Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hekate.timerift.net/pix/greece1/agina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://hekate.timerift.net/pix/greece1/agina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we disappeared and reappeared elsewhere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia did you?" I turned to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," She said pointing at a figure walking toward us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hectate, well you didn't hesitate to bring us here now did you?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what it is you seek, to get it you have to past a test…" She growled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, We are ready." Gaia stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectate laughed and then hissed, "No child not we…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a snap of her fingers the ground began to quake and open I leapt to grab Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on!" I said as she dangled over lava, "I got you, can you teleport?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No something is preventing me," She said with strong fear in her voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Climb Gaia!" I said beginning to become worried myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://209.132.69.82/uploaded_from_zbc/200404/user_image-1080966034ivi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://209.132.69.82/uploaded_from_zbc/200404/user_image-1080966034ivi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large Earth elementals began pulling me away from the pit by my feet, while large walking trees used their branches as whips.  They hit my hand and I near lost Gaia's hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theargonath.cc/pictures/ents/ents15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.theargonath.cc/pictures/ents/ents15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having trouble maintaining my grip, "NO!!!" I screamed in frustration…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Gaia's eyes, the fear and troubled emotions and then I lost her…. I jumped up trying to jump in after her but was grabbed by the Elementals and Ents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.santharia.com/bestiary/beasts_pics/earth_elemental.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.santharia.com/bestiary/beasts_pics/earth_elemental.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground grumbled and closed…. I glared at Hectate, "YOU BITCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goddess ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ! How could you she was a young girl… You killed her!" I howled with anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did not, mortal. She is on a quest, in the underworld…. She must go this alone because of your Heritage we can not let…. No I can not tell you at this time…." The Goddess disappeared and I found myself sitting on the beach of the Island of Hectate….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is wait…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115403354353799659?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115403354353799659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115403354353799659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115403354353799659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115403354353799659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-earth-father-sky-child-of-love_27.html' title='Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... part 3'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115350461519063133</id><published>2006-07-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:56:55.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-bugs.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you want to read that while we're walking? I keep getting so scared you're going to trip on a rock or something!" I asked Gaia as she thumbed through the pages of the book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed fascinated by the book. Maybe too fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia look through more pages, "Maggie, are some of these pages spells?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but I wouldn't look at those if I were you. I haven't even been able to translate them... And they look extremely powerful; I think they're linked directly to some of the gods' powers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained there has been those who opposed the Gods… "Some of those spells were stolen from the Gods or stolen from the ones  the Gods felt worthy to give the spells to.. However these worthy people had divine assistance. When they died or were captured, the spells fell into the wrong hands, that usually lead to devastating results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned her but she didn't listen and before I knew it she had cast a spell, Luckily I new how to counter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what she did and tried to hide my laughter; I may have appeared to be scowling.&lt;br /&gt;Gaia gave me the book and I asked what she did, but I already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started laughing nervously, "I just wanted to cast a spell so we had a safe journey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head with a chuckle, "Just don’t try it again." Well at least it wasn't as bad as when I tried to cast a spell from it. I will never forget the look on the father's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/The%20jungle%20reclaims%20this%20temple_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/The%20jungle%20reclaims%20this%20temple_jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't believe me..." She paused, "I think we're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she shrugged… Then the trees as if by magic moved revealing the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Palenque_JungleTemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Palenque_JungleTemple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia, did you?" I questioned&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head negatively and I opened the book, "The artifact is hidden in the temple. It says the Green man will lead the way. We need to find the tree with the face of the Green Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/october.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/october.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a book and showed her a picture of the green man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the steps and began our climb….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/plaza-of-the-seven-temples-i-think-2-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/plaza-of-the-seven-temples-i-think-2-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew once we got to the top that this was too easy…&lt;br /&gt;Way too easy, I pulled my sword loose from its scabbard just slightly so it was loose and part of the blade under the hilt was showing, "Don't…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia eyes were wide open, "move"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that by her finishing my sentence she must have sensed it too.  There was movement in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There," Gaia said as she parted some branches. They leapt out at us and I drew my swords standing between them and Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/dryad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/dryad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really wish you hadn't done that." I explained as I pointed the sword toward them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are they?" Gaia asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dryad"&gt;"Dryads&lt;/a&gt;…." I answered, "Gaia please stay behind me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I said Gaia's name, they backed off and others approached us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/bosnimfbig%20portraitpurplebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/bosnimfbig%20portraitpurplebig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are they?" Gaia stepped close to me as I had motioned her too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More Dryads, a different variation." I said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/treestrider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/treestrider.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly different rain forest creatures surrounded us….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/1140815702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/1140815702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woodland elf approached, "You are not Gaea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/DrowArcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/DrowArcher.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shot several arrows I used my sword to dispense of most of them but the last one struck me. Gaia without missing a beat used her powers to remove the arrow and heal me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Gaia, "Do me a favor all the trees and bushes I was cutting down, heal them please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia did and the creatures backed away and then disappeared into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That should keep them from attacking us, let's find the artifact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Tap%20Prohm%20-%20Jungle%20ruin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Tap%20Prohm%20-%20Jungle%20ruin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned to move down a stonehedge Gaia began to wonder off….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you hear that?" She asked following the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ma-green-man-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ma-green-man-alone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard nothing but Gaia could hear the laughter of a small child and was following the sound. "Gaia, it's probably a fairy playing a trick." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No trick, look…." She said pointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s a statue of the Green Man," I said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/ka026-700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/ka026-700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found a tomb and next to it was the tree with the green Man's face…&lt;br /&gt;I let Gaia enter the tomb alone for I knew better than to follow her…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/face%20green%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/face%20green%20man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the rainforest creatures watching us… "Gaia hurry please." I said&lt;br /&gt;The creatures may appear sweet but they can be quit feral. Soon Gaia appeared carrying the first artifact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Image4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/treeroot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/treeroot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small version of the Green Man… a key…  I checked the book while I watched Gaia examine it like a child that just got a new doll for Christmas…  "Damn!" I shouted as I saw the Dryads getting restless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia, teleport us to the Library and hurry please." I shouted drawing my swords…  This time it wasn't branches but books we landed in. Large colossal shelves fell over like dominoes… "Opps." Gaia said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a scroll and a map and Gaia watched me silently, When she couldn't bare the silence anymore she pondered out loud, "Why are we here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't realize we were looking for the Solstice artifacts," I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand…" Gaia looked at the artifact closely…&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia you do know that the Green Man represents rebirth… There is 2 Solstices… Summer Solstice and Winter Solstice… Death and rebirth….  Wintertime the Earth or the Goddess Gaea, sleeps which is a form of death but wakes and is in full bloom by the time Summer comes…  This one is the Winter Solstice artifact of the Green Man it is the smaller of the two. The Summer Solstice is larger and because of a war was broken in two… The first piece is in its origin, Artemesium. The second piece is … Here, island of Hecate. So where to first?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115350461519063133?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115350461519063133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115350461519063133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115350461519063133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115350461519063133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-earth-father-sky-child-of-love_21.html' title='Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love... part 2'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115339606000588607</id><published>2006-07-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:47:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-warp.html"&gt;When Gaia teleported us&lt;/a&gt; I felt woozy then pain from falling into the towering rainforest trees…&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the ground I asked the obvious question, "Gaia why are we here in the rain Forrest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained she was looking for the god of Earth, Gaea. Which is pronounced the same as her name.&lt;br /&gt;The problem with Gods, especially Greek Gods are that the literature is quite often mis-translated or misinterpreted that they can be cruel and require blood sacrifices. Often times, human. However this isn't true, God's require quite often a sacrifice, Human sacrifice but not a blood sacrifice but an offering of devotion that is a form of sacrifice. Gaea though is of the Earth she is the Earth her request is always lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Gaia to open a portal to the ancient Roman Catholic library, few have seen it. Only the pope and privileged…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book…&lt;br /&gt;I began to read and was surprised she could read it too… It took me years of education from the church to learn so many ancient texts and languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/07/relics.html"&gt;I gave her a curious look and returned to reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see these two relics? If we want to find Gaea we need to find them. The ending of it though... I don't understand it... " I told her pondering the riddle in pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well maybe we can figure that out later?" Gaia said with a smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.... I suppose…" I continued to read the riddle over and over… So many assume that I understand puzzles and riddles at bay because of the church training and education but it has never been my strong suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where's the first relic?" She asked standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh I stood and shut the book, "It looks like luck has favored us Gaia. It's right here in the rainforest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and then at Gaia…. She titled her head, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to find the ruins, earthen ruins, not Aztec though the Aztecs did use it when they discovered it." I sighed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Picture it and I will…" Gaia started to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the problem, I do not know what it looks like. When the Aztecs used it to spill blood. Gaea became angry and hid the temple and ruins. It says she used her body and tears to cover it which would hide it from human eyes for ever, until one such worth child with the heart of pure love for her brothers and sisters searches for it." I then looked at Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm… what does that mean?" She asked but I think she knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It means she used rains and the trees and Forrest to cover it, and only the pure heart child will find it." I said, "since we are all children to the gods it doesn’t have to be literally a child." I looked at her again, "So Miss Pure of heart where do we go?" I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115339606000588607?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115339606000588607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115339606000588607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115339606000588607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115339606000588607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-earth-father-sky-child-of-love.html' title='Mother Earth, Father Sky, Child of love'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115266189811532177</id><published>2006-07-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:51:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mirror self from the Mirror-verse is truely evil</title><content type='html'>I have made it to the 7th challenged and have to go to another Universe .... What was Jon thinking I would find the anti christ... well he was close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-did-jon-expect-anti-christ.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115266189811532177?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115266189811532177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115266189811532177' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115266189811532177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115266189811532177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mirror-self-from-mirror-verse-is.html' title='My mirror self from the Mirror-verse is truely evil'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115080336010095869</id><published>2006-06-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T04:36:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weakness</title><content type='html'>I guess every hero has a weakness, Recently I have begun to discover mine. No Charles it isn't chocolate or you covered in chocolate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/meeting-lt-cmd-onieda.html"&gt;I met with Chancellor Palpatine &lt;/a&gt;it happened and it happened again. &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/06/brolly-on-hacknor.html"&gt;This time it was a freak Sayian named Brolly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense evil… I can smell it bile taste it even, all my sense is involved.  Not all evil is 100% evil… There is some good somewhere… However recently I have found there are exceptions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with such evil, such a black heart it over whelms me and I loose consciousness. I will have to inform the Church and work on this weakness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Charles can help me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh looks like the Votes are in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-challenge-4.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold Charles hand……. And who will have to go….  Will it be me or……&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115080336010095869?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115080336010095869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115080336010095869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115080336010095869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115080336010095869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-weakness.html' title='My weakness'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115065898388701147</id><published>2006-06-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:36:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miricle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/miricle.html"&gt;continued  from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the body….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed people out of the way "Vegeta! Move! Move now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie what are you doing?" Charles asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles I need my spear, rosary beads, enchanted cross  and bible from my room, Hurry!" I yelled to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma looked up at me, tears filled her eyes… "What are you going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/06/broken-hearts-never-mend-part-2.html"&gt;"he died selflessly, He sacrificed himself!" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku looked at me, "How do you know that?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am from the blood line of Mary Magdalene, did you forget?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Goku shrugged as if he was confused…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have the power to see into men hearts and if there is the want to be good to show them the errors of their way. This power also allows me to see when a lost soul selflessly sacrifices themselves for good. I see a glowing halo. One selfless sacrifice can not undo a lifetime of wrong but it can sometimes buy you a stay of execution, a second chance to prove you can redeem and be good. I can not resurrect like Jesus did, but because of my bloodline I can serve as the advocate for these souls." I explained as Charles rolled in with everything I had asked for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are the cameras off! You fools! Turn them on! This is big ! This will make me rich! Come on get those camera's running!" &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;J'onn Sinew Nu&lt;/a&gt; screamed at people around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first had to call my guardian angel, &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/destiny-with-death-part-1.html"&gt;I had done it before &lt;/a&gt;when I was in battle to protect me but this time I need to go through him to those who would decided if this soul would get another chance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is his name?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cain," Bulma said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! He is a Sayian! His name is Cabain! " Vegeta yelled bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straddled the body, laid the cross on it's torso. The Spear of Destiny was laid parallel with the body and began praying in Latin, rosary beads in one hand the bible in the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying out loud…. Son Goku dropped at the Cabain's  head, kneeling he folded his hands over the fallen body's head and looked at me, "Will it help if I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "More than you know, it always helps when others send prayers for you." As the words left my mouth Vegeta fell to his knees, followed by Bulma and everyone in the room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my Guardian Angel appeared behind me in his place of watching over me.. After the Archangels appeared….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This soul, Cabain can be saved." I say to the archangel Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael walks to the body, looks at Cabain and then at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know… He has done thing that are truly evil," before I can finish Goku speaks, "Cabain is changing his evil ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael looks at Goku I can tell Michael is hesitant in granting Cabain a second chance… His past deeds are just so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta then speaks, "If you won't give him a second chance then take me instead, send me to hell instead."&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta may act sometimes as if doesn't care but his voice was that of a loving father who did care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light came from above, Michael looked up, he smiled and the reached and took Vegeta's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed Vegeta's hand over Cabain's chest. It began to glow.  Through Michael and the angels, Michael used Vegeta's love, the love of a father for his son to heal Cabain and resurrect him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angels faded and Vegeta looked down, Cabain took a ragged deep breath. I looked at Vegeta, "he has been granted a second chance… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I climb down I looked at Charles, "That was impress." He said&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the cameras still rolling "Yeah but I am going to catch hell from the church."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115065898388701147?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115065898388701147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115065898388701147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115065898388701147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115065898388701147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/miricle.html' title='The Miricle'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115026158588352913</id><published>2006-06-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:06:25.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Other than yourself pick the contestant that remains in Last Gladiator Standing you think will win? &lt;/span&gt;tough Vegeta or Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What's your favorite color of Pink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What's your favorite episode of Golden Girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never watched it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If you were Anna Nicole Smith, what would you do with your child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. How many figures am I holding up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolls my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Decipher this code: *66hsther;o adthaodf stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because I am the Magdalena doesnt mean I can discipher codes and puzzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What's wrong with this Meme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that its a me me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Create your own question and answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why? because I say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What's your wrestler name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling her eyes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you have a man crush on Luke Cage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Are you the weakest link?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no but I think the missing link tagged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Are you prepared for the Dalek invasion over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fancomics.3.forumer.com/index.php?act=idx" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5426/1717/1600/dalekinvasionsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling eyes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Switch lives with one blogger for a year? Who would it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta or Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Who has the best sidekick in LGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. If you watched the season finale of Doctor Who, what did you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? not a who fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do you know who Lookwell! is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Tag 3 people you wouldn't share socks with(except Deadpool) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115026158588352913?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115026158588352913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115026158588352913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115026158588352913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115026158588352913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-115015692931564312</id><published>2006-06-12T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:12:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell?</title><content type='html'>I would so much like to know what is happening....  Last night I thought I would go and get some of Charles favorite cognac since I had a craving for a nice Rosé. The Henchmen had used everything from the bar and Jon said it would be Weds until it would be restocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep and sometimes a nice Rosé helps. As I left the building my spear lit up. I could sense an evil presence but I could tell where. Strangely it didn’t feel entirely human and it felt far away, yet close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just tired, so I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I went to talk the Cognac to Charles, he would talk with me, He would look at me…&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first that it had something to do to the school. I have suggested us popping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to let him use my laptop to keep up with his journals. He won't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla found out that someone is trying to cause fights between contestants to boost ratings. It was that person who placed the perfumed lipstick covered shirt in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was training, Trunks came to see me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie have a moment?" He asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trunks. This is a surprise, how can I help you?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need Xavier to wipe my mind." Trunks stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked…. "Trunks I don't like all the mind wipes look what has happened to Scott."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie, its important " He said and I could see through his heart it was best for me not to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why tell me, why not ask Charles." I sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am afraid…." Trunks paused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That he may resent you because of Vampi and you?  Well, until today I would have thought to say, Charles would thank you because it opened the door for us. However lately…. He is understress and I am sure that is all there is to it… Bottomline is you have nothing to fear, Charles doesn’t see you as a rival." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks left to seek out Charles and suddenly Henchmen showed up…. He was reading a tabloid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe it… Its me but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/INQUIRER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/INQUIRER.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-115015692931564312?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/115015692931564312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=115015692931564312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115015692931564312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/115015692931564312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114996609671610260</id><published>2006-06-10T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:02:52.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the next challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-by-my-chiny-chin-chin.html"&gt;So from the 4th challenge I got a sidekick…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heading to my room when I heard some of the camera girls  and stage sound girls laughing with &lt;a href="http://aayla-secura.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayla.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and found them giggling over a Playgirl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla turned the Magazine around for me to see what they were looking at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/tak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/tak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pointed at AOC….I am not sure &lt;a href="http://darkjedikriss.blogspot.com/2006/06/special-guest-poster-tak-army-of-clone.html"&gt;who sent&lt;/a&gt; Playgirl the picture but it wasn't the only one… I took a look at the front of the magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/playgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/playgirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla turned the page to another spread and I couldnot believe my eyes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, " I said in shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla giggled, "Who knew. I just wonder if all clones are…" I nudged her before she could finished…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Camera girls then busted out, "And he isn't the only one"&lt;br /&gt;They began thumbing through the pages and one by one each of the men doing the Last Gladiator Standing had in someway posed for this magazine. Even My Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/dar351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/dar351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/xavierbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/xavierbed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they opened up to the centerfold…. "No! Is that? Oh my!" I said looking at a photo of my Charles with a staple in his belly button.…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked a way with the magazine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla yelled to me, "Where you going Maggie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Confession!" I yelled back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114996609671610260?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114996609671610260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114996609671610260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114996609671610260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114996609671610260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/next-challenge.html' title='the next challenge'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114936789991974187</id><published>2006-06-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:51:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After challenge side effects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-what-happens-when-you-eat.html"&gt;Oh my head oh my stomach this is what happens when you eat strange foods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114936789991974187?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114936789991974187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114936789991974187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114936789991974187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114936789991974187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-challenge-side-effects.html' title='After challenge side effects'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114902197728387016</id><published>2006-05-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:47:03.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd challenge</title><content type='html'>Jon looked with an evil grin, "Are we hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what are we having?" Yup, I had to ask…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-what-you-eat.html"&gt;Our third challenge was an eating contest…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon smiled broaden: I doubt it; let me introduce to you the chef for this contest. Starkey Al-Hvmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-what-you-eat.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;After a while I needed air and went to do some sight seeing... A guy just outside our Barracks was yelling to be a real Gladiator you need a battle cry only 3 credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my Gladiator Battle cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"&gt;&lt;table align="center" background="#002200" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1" width="250"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;p style="color: red; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 10px;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:old english text mt,old english text;font-size:100%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;kulking out of the mini-mall parking lot, swinging gilded boxing gloves, cometh &lt;b&gt;Magdalena&lt;/b&gt;! And she gives a vengeful cry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 11px; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm seriously going to pound you past the point of no return!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter username: &lt;input name="usrname" value="Magdalena" type="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;input name="sex" value="f" checked="checked" type="radio"&gt;a girl, or &lt;input name="sex" value="m" type="radio"&gt;a guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value="Submit" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: red; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;beatings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; powered by &lt;a href="http://www.bdmonkeys.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114902197728387016?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114902197728387016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114902197728387016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114902197728387016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114902197728387016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/3rd-challenge.html' title='3rd challenge'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114860154248801354</id><published>2006-05-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:59:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hudson and his poor sense of timing</title><content type='html'>While everyone gathered round to find out which places they came in. Charles and I snuck off to our rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we would have sometime before anyone noticed us missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began stripping off my armour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I was rolling around on my bed when a knock came at the door.&lt;br /&gt;I turned and looked at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/5958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/5958.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hudson....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Maggie, your suppose to be with the others..." Hudson said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I um, I needed to ... I had to have a bathroom break." I said quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah okay, but don't be long okay." He walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is heading to my room." Charles said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Chalres quickly got dressed and Charles snuck out and back outside. When I came out I bumped into Hudson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie have you seen the Proffessor?" He asked looking in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isnt in here, isnt he outside..." I said as Charles and the other Contestants walked down the hall toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww Hudson..." Charles said slyly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jon's bady party and then dinner I pulled Gaia and Padmé a side.....&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight when you go to see the movie, could you both cover for me? Please." I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both smiled and said yes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and spent the evening getting ready in Charles' room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came in I had a surprise for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/zoom144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/zoom144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just embraced with a very hot savory kiss when a knock came to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Professor Xavier, There about to show the other movie..." Hudson said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Other Movie?" I whispered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Vegeta had Bulma pick up some more so we had something other than the scheduled movie." Charles told me telepathically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I am just going to call it a night and ..." Charles told Hudson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww come on Professor, these are really cool movies..." Hudson persisted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear he wasnt going to give... I think Charles was tempted to make Hudson think he was a girl for the rest of the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114860154248801354?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114860154248801354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114860154248801354' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114860154248801354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114860154248801354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/hudson-and-his-poor-sense-of-timing.html' title='Hudson and his poor sense of timing'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114844096049152548</id><published>2006-05-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:43:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd challenge</title><content type='html'>Charles and I was sitting together, my hands was inside his jacket. One of his hands was playing with a curl of my red hair just over looking my eyes the other was on my thigh. We were just about to kiss when the doorbell rang…&lt;br /&gt;Maps, paper maps…&lt;br /&gt;I groaned and Charles looked at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jon appeared on the viewscreen he began to give us our next challenge…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at this thing, " Who drew this map? It looks like some little kid did it or something." I said. Other contestants were speaking but I was thinking to myself… Why a paper map. Even if Hudson was the next Davinci it wouldn't have helped me. Why could we have gotten electronic maps?  Everyone assumes that because I am Magdalena that I know how to decipher secret codes, can put puzzles together and … that its can use and read maps… Okay so yes of course it was part of my training but … well it is like this I suck at reading maps…  The Bishop use to tease me by asking if I was sure I was a natural red head, and before you ask yes I am. Charles can confirm that… Oh this is going to be horrible, you see I have a disorder on top it’s the can't properly fold map back disorder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon yelled excitedly, "On my mark... Ready. Set. &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-rat-race.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114844096049152548?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114844096049152548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114844096049152548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114844096049152548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114844096049152548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/2nd-challenge.html' title='2nd challenge'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114807002546100557</id><published>2006-05-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:20:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm... And when did this happen...</title><content type='html'>Oka I woke with a horrible hang-over... I didnt get much sleep because Bulma and Vegeta. All I can say is that Bulma must have hung around sailors because she cusses like one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Vegeta he kept screaming "Oh yeah beat me Moma. Beat me like I was your dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worse is Henchmen stays next to them and there was weird noises coming from his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I had a bit to much to drink last night when Henchmen bought all our drinks....&lt;br /&gt;AOC passed out and Vegeta swapped his bat for ... Well... let's just say AOC is going to have a suprise when he wakes up. Gyrobo just sat watching everyone and shaking his head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla and Erifia got into a fight and Hudson ran outside and got mud and began throwing it on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt Picard and Padmé snuck out quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus and Deadpool have been quiet and Gaia well I have no idea where she and fred went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me and Charles, well let's say he suddenly has some new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; moves I wonder where he learned his new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over heard that he slept with storm... Could it be true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114807002546100557?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114807002546100557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114807002546100557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114807002546100557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114807002546100557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmmm-and-when-did-this-happen.html' title='Hmmmm... And when did this happen...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114798600624334510</id><published>2006-05-18T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:00:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles has a headache?</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have to agree with AOC or Tak as everyone calls him, this place on Hacknor does get weirder by the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta killed the tall woman and  crammed  several pair of panties in his pocket...&lt;br /&gt;Then he summoned Buu who danced around naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first that is what was wrong with Charles  today at brreakfast, that or maybe he is worried about the school.. However he kept holding his head...&lt;br /&gt;As the clattering of dishes were passed around I lean in and asked, "Headache? "&lt;br /&gt;Padmé asked me to past the milk and I turned to ask Gaia if she could help with Charles headache when he blurted out...&lt;br /&gt; "Damn I wish he would put &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-anomaly-detected.html"&gt;his helmet&lt;/a&gt; back on..."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the table stopped eatting and just looked at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by later to see how he was and to offered him the use of my laptop, should he need to email or write in his journel...&lt;br /&gt;However he was very frisky and seemed happy to see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114798600624334510?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114798600624334510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114798600624334510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114798600624334510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114798600624334510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/charles-has-headache.html' title='Charles has a headache?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114789812885435374</id><published>2006-05-17T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:35:28.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While we are waiting...</title><content type='html'>While I was waiting for the next contestants to be ready, i thought it would be nice to spend some more time with Charles... He seemed to be a bit tense.. I guess things at the school are falling apart with out him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to cheer him up by wearing the black lacey undies he got me but they were gone...&lt;br /&gt;Seems us ladies have a thief &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/panty-raids.html"&gt;who has been stealing our panties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114789812885435374?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114789812885435374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114789812885435374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114789812885435374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114789812885435374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/while-we-are-waiting.html' title='While we are waiting...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114772486226666532</id><published>2006-05-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:27:42.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first Challenge was to fight a droid...</title><content type='html'>So far everyone has had it fairly easy but &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-will-we-will-rock-you.html"&gt;as you can read I didnt...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles can I get a fully body massage....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114772486226666532?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114772486226666532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114772486226666532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114772486226666532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114772486226666532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-first-challenge-was-to-fight-droid.html' title='Our first Challenge was to fight a droid...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114747951312862830</id><published>2006-05-12T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:18:33.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opperation clipnotes</title><content type='html'>Jon's scribbling on his clipboard has been freaking people out... So we are going on a mission to steal &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/sneaking-out.html"&gt;Jons clipboard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scribbles all day all night its weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114747951312862830?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114747951312862830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114747951312862830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114747951312862830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114747951312862830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/opperation-clipnotes.html' title='Opperation clipnotes'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114737168700014726</id><published>2006-05-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:21:27.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now in a team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/team-name.html"&gt;So it looks like the games have began&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this bunch... It should be interesting... I wonder if I would get disqualified for sneak to Charles room later----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114737168700014726?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114737168700014726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114737168700014726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114737168700014726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114737168700014726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-now-in-team.html' title='I am now in a team'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114708894998676183</id><published>2006-05-08T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:59:47.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not Disturb</title><content type='html'>While everyone else was waiting... Charles and I decided to spend sometime together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in Paradise... No Mutants disturbing us... No bad guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us and a room .... I know as soon as &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-not-disturb.html"&gt;the games start&lt;/a&gt; we will have to get serious but until then...&lt;br /&gt;I took Charles up on his offer ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/BrendanFraser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/BrendanFraser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114708894998676183?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114708894998676183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114708894998676183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114708894998676183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114708894998676183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-not-disturb.html' title='Do not Disturb'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114692170048239941</id><published>2006-05-06T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T06:21:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladiator Last Standing</title><content type='html'>So much has happened while we were back... &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/04/help-from-another-old-friend.html"&gt;Gaia had some problems that Nova helped with&lt;/a&gt;.... No I dont trust Charles sister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/maggie-was-back-safe-and-sound-and-we.html"&gt;Charles was surprised a bit&lt;/a&gt;... by her being there... While she visited with Gaia, Charles and I walked with a disgrunted Wolverine to the Mansion as mentioned in my previous post I was greeted by Father Hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside and Wolverine took off... I packed and managed to talk Charles in coming to... First we spent some time alone.. Then I had to go and he said he would come later... I was just leaving &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/deep-deep-deeper-in-to-meditation.html"&gt;when I heard Wolverine and SHI yelling, not sure what Charles said to them.&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left and I have reported to this&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt; Planet for the competetion..&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking... this is horrible but the fact Charles will be there... Well maybe its just the moment we need for some time alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we can share a room ... Win or Loose if I get some quiet time with my boyfriend then its worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Charles entered he looked tired... "Your a little late I expected...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got an invite to the&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/phantom-of-auction.html"&gt; Gallery for a charity auction.&lt;/a&gt;..  Wolverine started on how he wanted to go... So I let him go... I really didnt think he would be allowed in but he was and well he bid 50 thousand on a painting...  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come your room is next to mine and we have joining doors.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114692170048239941?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114692170048239941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114692170048239941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114692170048239941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114692170048239941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/gladiator-last-standing.html' title='Gladiator Last Standing'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114674688557386079</id><published>2006-05-04T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:55:01.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can we keep the slave girl outfit?"</title><content type='html'>Well that is what Charles asked when he saw me stuffed in that metal bikini...  I woke in the brig...&lt;br /&gt;My weapons were all gone... All of them even the hidden ones in my belt buckle, hair and boot, just to name a few... The Spear of Destiny was gone and so was my armour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My armour had been stripped and replaced by a metal bikini and revealing skirt...&lt;br /&gt;I had some kind of metal electronic device around my neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Captian Jason and Corsair coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the Spear of Destiny, my armour and weapons and the Sapphire!" I demanded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captian Jason smirked, "Well your fancy duds went to my female commerade... Right now I would be more worried about wher you are going..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both laugh and fliped a switch I went to my knees paralysed... 2 pirates walked over and grabbed my arms and walked me off the ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me was a giant snail or slug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Slobbo what do you think...  We all know how you like red heads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shoved me down so this thing could lick me... (ewww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know your dealing with Criminals, pirate scum?" I said to the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slobbo the hutt just laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captian Jason smirked, "She will make a fine slave girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not a slave girl... Do you know who I am..." I protested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is fightsty... but not pretty enough" Slobbo stated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What not pretty enough?" I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corsair then laughed, "So by her as pet food." He pointed at the yard, there a sign read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Beware of Rancor  and Trespassers will be eaten by Rancor on sight...&lt;br /&gt;I saw the monstrous thing sleeping..&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Dream_s_Grip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Dream_s_Grip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to me Slobber, I have friends who will be coming... One is a powerful telepath my boyfriend the other is a nasty ill tempered mutant with claws...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slug laughed again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead me by a chain inside while they continued to negotiate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-i-hoped-we-made-it-to-kree-ship.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Charles had followed the ship to Tatooine..&lt;/a&gt;. The Pirate ship was manned by 3 pirates  while the others talked with the hutt &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/05/pirate-scum.html"&gt;Wolverine stormed the ship&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles came crashing into a room, "Maggie, ....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman sat up... with a blaster, "Hello lover boy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles used his psi powers nad took the blaster away... as Wolverine entered the room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chuck, I trashed the magnet... " He looked at the imposter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles had tried to read her mind, "Maggie is not here... Please take this woman to the brig, Strip her, I am sure Maggie will want her cloths and armour back... and Wolverine, talk to one of the pirates... I want to know where Maggie is and I am through with playing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil laughter filled the ship right behind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIKT! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning I was being sold... Wolverine and the others came bursting in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my chains to wrap Corsair before he fled...&lt;br /&gt;I gladly left that sand planet, With Corsair thinking he was a little girl (he actually looked cute in braided pigtails), with my weapons including the Spear of destiny and the Sapphire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged Charles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we keep the slave girl outfit?" he smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then warning bells... "Great what now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue came in... "Its a Shi'ar empiral battle cruiser..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Battle stations" Charles said, "Rogue hail the approaching warship..." (hmmm he really sounded like Captian Picard just then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then our Shi'ar Witness walked up... "No need for alarm, I called them... I have been sending my reports... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman appeared on screen, "We are here to retrieve the Sapphire you have been so kind to return to us... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped forward "Does this mean Charles is cleared of all charges?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman paused and then real snooty said, "For now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witness told Charles it was an honor to fight with the Xmen and we were returned home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached the Mansion I saw Father Hope...&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Father..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie, all is well?" He asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Father you remember Charles and this is Wolverine, Cyclops and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please forgive my rudeness, but I have been waiting along time and really must go... I only came because the Cardinal wishes for Maggie to participate in this on behalf of us... " Father Hope handed me an invitation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt;Your attention! Your attention, please!  Announcing: Last Gladiator Standing.&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Host: Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/111/1134/320/LGS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Alright Father Hope inform the Church I will attend..." I said to him  as We enter the main hall I turned to Charles, "Any Chance you might want to join me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "I dont know maybe but first lets have a bubble bath and some champange.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh you read my mind..." I purred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles teased, "Oh course, it is after all my speciality..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we realized Wolverine had been sniffing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/deep-deep-deeper-in-to-meditation.html"&gt;I know that perfume.....&lt;/a&gt; Oh  Dont mind me Chuck... You wont get any interuptions from me..." He said as he walked away with an evil grin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114674688557386079?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114674688557386079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114674688557386079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114674688557386079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114674688557386079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-we-keep-slave-girl-outfit.html' title='&quot;Can we keep the slave girl outfit?&quot;'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114668548664164607</id><published>2006-05-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:44:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous last words...</title><content type='html'>"Hopefully the trip will be uneventful." Charles said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at first it was... With the exception that I got bored and arm wrestled Cyclops.... I went to lay down and Charles came in... "How are you feeling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better the furthur we get away from that vile Chancellor the better I feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is good.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I took the oppertunity to slip under the covers... We were lost in the after glow when a jolt threw us out of bed and on to the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I ran to the bridge and Wolverine snarled, "Hey Chuck it wasnt me this time... I wasnt interrupting...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles got real serious as Rogue walked in with Corsair, "We are being boarded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/13756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/13756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosair laughed, "Say hello to my friends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snikt!..... CLANG! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I turned and these Space Pirates had a huge Magnet that had a hold of Wolverine...&lt;br /&gt;Consair hit Rogue with the back of his head and she fell unconscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott went to blast the magnet and Consair had alread pulled Rogues glove off and had put her hand on Cyclops  who soon crummbled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry son," Consair said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our witness was shot it didnt appear to be fatal but he was out of commission..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lept in to action against our attackers as did Charles but a dart hit Charles when he was trying to use his psi powers to keep several darts  off me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles NO!" I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consair dove for the Spear of Destiny and I grabbed it, "Oh No you dont?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we will just take you too..." the lead Space Pirate said as he hit me with the handel of his gun...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Consair walked over and removed the glowing gem from Xavier's pocket, the Professor half dazed watch the distortion of the Lead Pirate carry an unconcious Maggie off.. Consair turns his head to see what Xavier is looking at and then laughs, "Dont worry old buddy... They wont hurt her, just teach her a few new tricks for you. heck she might even enjoy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scoundral stands and walks away placing the Gem in his pocket... "Hey Jason we need to find a new buyer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem we have one alread lined up... The girl? You dont mind do you?" The lead Pirate named Jason chuckled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No buddy... Have fun with the red head... have lots of fun.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before blacking completely out, Xavier manages to muster enough power to telekenetically send a small homin bug that attaches to Maggies cape....]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114668548664164607?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114668548664164607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114668548664164607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114668548664164607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114668548664164607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/famous-last-words.html' title='Famous last words...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114659782153280525</id><published>2006-05-02T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:23:41.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/lieutenant-commander-oneida-met-us-at.html"&gt;I had to let Charles take over... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept blacking out and having nightmares.....  I was taken to sit with &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nandehi-jeditemplegoverness.blogspot.com/"&gt;andehi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been nursing me as well as B&lt;a href="http://barrissoffeesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;arriss&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance and told them why I was blacking out.... Not long after Stormtroopers came to escort me to my ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked that someone inform Charles that I was under order to return to my ship and remain there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the ship I tried to rest but I couldnt.... The Guardian who came with us as a witness choose to return with me... He was already convinced Charles was innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfull I was able to trust him because Corsair tried to escape repeatedly and I was not in any shape to deal with him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114659782153280525?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114659782153280525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114659782153280525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114659782153280525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114659782153280525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114650552605751979</id><published>2006-05-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:45:26.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting Lt Cmd Onieda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-our-borrowed-kree-starship-entered.html"&gt;Soon we were approaching our destination... Charles tried to contact a couple of people he knew here... Soon a lovely woman appeared.. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-our-borrowed-kree-starship-entered.html"&gt;Lt Cmd Onieda&lt;/a&gt; was very polite... She  arranged for us to have sleeping accomandation while on the planet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Introduction was breif and through a view screen... I felt it was a shame we could not meet in person or have more time to get to know one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However she had her duties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides I needed a bath and some sleep.. I would have to treat this Chancellor the way I did the Bishop or cardinal... with the utmost respect... Thus I should be respectfully presentable... thus I should be well rested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I had an enormous room with a romantic view.. I suspect the Lt Commander to have some latent force powers or telepathy... Then again maybe she just can read people really well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I enjoyed quite the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mourning I put on my armour sadly I didnt have my formal armour and would have to appologize .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggiecloaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggiecloaked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the Lt Commander appeared and we followed her to the Senate... I took the time to thank her for the very nice accomandations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and just replied that it looked like we could use some thing a bit more relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaxing.. hmmm that wouldnt have been the word I would have used ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spoke to Charles to allow me to handel this, as I have had certain training when dealing with men of respectable positions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iampalpatine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chancellor Palpatine&lt;/a&gt; approached....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/young-palpatine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/young-palpatine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started with my hand out stretched, "Chancellor, respectably my name is Magdalena, I am a servant and represenative of the Vadicant Knights of the Chatholic Church....." I got dizzy but continued, "Allow me to introduce my commrades but if I may appologize first for my informal dress respectfully,  circumstances.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/palpatine02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/palpatine02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#heart"&gt;Suddenly my vision&lt;/a&gt;.... "Uhhhhhh..." I backed... as I saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Emperor-Palpatine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Emperor-Palpatine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see such blackness such darkness from the soul of this Chancellor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is everything alright my dear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crumbled from the horrible power of this darkness... I heard Charles step up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry Chancellor Maggie has been through alot the last few days.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She looks as if she needs a dr.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasped a hold of the spear of destiny I wanted to run it through him but some kind of power forced my hand from the spear and this voice in my head... I tried to reflect my vision to show Palpatine his dark nature but instead I pasted out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114650552605751979?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114650552605751979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114650552605751979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114650552605751979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114650552605751979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/05/meeting-lt-cmd-onieda.html' title='meeting Lt Cmd Onieda...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114626593340377532</id><published>2006-04-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:14:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine needs a clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/wait-minute-charles-magdalena-said.html"&gt;We are heading to a galaxy far far away... the planet Coruscant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper to Charles, "this could be along trip maybe we should talk privately about what we are going to do..." I winked at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes..." Charles said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He excused hisself and I started to follow... We were alone for a few seconds when there was a knock at the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Logan, "They said you were talking about what we are going to do when we get to Coruscant... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan you will know when we do... Besides since when do you ever use a plan.." I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in...  "So.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and gave a glance at Charles then Scott came in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so now we are having meeting without me? Why am I not a part of this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because only Maggie and I were suppose to be..." Charles stated a bit annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott flashed a grin, "Oh ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Corsair started making a ruckus... I kissed Charles, "Let me deal with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Proffessor does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; have to be the one? I mean she seem to enjoy that display earlier quite alot..." Scott stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you perfer I send Logan...." Charles said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snikt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott walked away and as I walked toward the holding area &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt; grabbed my arm...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Maggie, What can you tell me about &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHI &lt;/a&gt;... what is her story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I need a bubble bath....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114626593340377532?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114626593340377532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114626593340377532' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114626593340377532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114626593340377532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/wolverine-needs-clue.html' title='Wolverine needs a clue'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114616457245889213</id><published>2006-04-27T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:02:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-telling-you-anything-corsair.html"&gt;Charles agreed to bring Corsair&lt;/a&gt; along, personally I was itching to interrogate him again but since&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/04/interrogation-logan-style.html"&gt; Wolverine beat me to it&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did give us a name... &lt;a href="http://www.thephoenixxx.com/jeangrey/heroines/hepzibah.html"&gt;Hepzibah &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard of her but I wasnt too keen on the StarJammers either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to leave when my ability to see into the &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#heart"&gt;hearts of men &lt;/a&gt;kicked into overdrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starring down one of the Gladiators men when I heard Charles and Wolverine exchanging thier thoughts on how to deal with the Gladiator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about him, Chuck," Wolverine snarled, popping out his claws. "Gladiator won't be botherin' anybody ever again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Logan, you know that's not how we do things. We'll leave him here while we go clear our name. It will just make him look all the more stupid for coming after us when we recover the Sapphire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine began use a few choice words that would make sailors blush and then grunted, "Alright, but I'm takin' out their communications, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's fine. Now let's go." Charles said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" I called... Charles looked at me and I pointed at the young individual before me, "Charles if we want to prove you truely had nothing to do with this, then we need one of them to be a witness, to report the truth back to the Guardians superiors ... The others are too loyal to the Gladiator but this one, his heart is pure... He will speak the truth as he sees it... We should take him... as a witness... and this one..." I turned to another, "Wolverine this time I get to do the interogating... Now all those long boring hours having to read and learn about the inquistion will pay off..." I grinned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked at me, "Maggie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the spear and pointed it at the guards neck, "Tell him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had hoped he refuse to speak, so I lowered the spear "I will ask you one last time, tell him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey now that its below the belt..." The Guards nervous voice squelched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked at me and then at the guard, Wolverine smirked with a half chuckle, "Bub you got something to say I suggest you say it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard spat at Wolverine, "I dont know what she is talking about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snikt! I looked sternly at Wolverine, "LOGAN! we agreed! This time it is my turn..." I raised the spear and plunged it hard between the guards legs... The guard let out a high pitch scream that deafened most of us and then began checking himself. I flashed a glance at Charles, "Well I'll be damned I missed," I raised the spear, "I wont this time...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard began jammering while a yellowish liquid poured out from under him, " I helped her! I Helped her ! The skunk lady and I know where they are taking it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine began making sniffing noises, "What stinks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles laughed, "Looks like the guard messed himself as well as wet himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Logan, "Logan looks like I am one up on you... Try to beat that will you.. and I still say Consair isnt telling us everything... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I casually walked away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114616457245889213?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114616457245889213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114616457245889213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114616457245889213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114616457245889213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-stinks.html' title='Something stinks'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114598005722799994</id><published>2006-04-25T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:50:26.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Spear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should of known the vertigo was some sort of trick... When it subsided &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/immediately-after-gladiators-ship.html"&gt;Charles was fitted with a band on his head....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Magd888alena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Magd888alena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to draw one of my spears. &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/trial-of-angels.html"&gt;It wasnt the Spear of Destiny, that had been taking away from me by a Arc-angel...&lt;/a&gt; To prevent me from interferring... I was a mortal, trained well and the only weapons I had was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halberd"&gt;halberds,  &lt;/a&gt;swords, daggers, a  pistol and a squarish-semi-circle &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chakram"&gt;Chakram&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/weapon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/weapon.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was without the Spear of Destiny would it be enough to protect Charles. I tried not to act afraid but in truth I was worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought this had something to do with Corsair?" Charles asked holding me back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Corsair has made a fool of me. He stole the Sapphire of Radiance from the palace, right under my nose. He made me a laughing stock!"Gladiator kicked Corsair hard in the stomach at this point. "And you helped him escape the galaxy! And you and your damn X-Men have made me look the fool time and again! I am the captain of the Empress' Super Guardians! You can not do this to me! I am power and you are nothing! You will pay for humiliating me!! I will have justice!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not let you harm Charles!" I shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! Ha! You little fool!" Gladiator spat. "Why do you think I only let Xavier bring &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; of his little puppets? You don't have a chance! Ha! Ha! Ha!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guardians all drew their weapons, very large powerful looking energy rifles, and aimed them at us. I would do my duty. I swore I would protect Charles and I would, even if it was without the spear... "this isn't justice it is revenge!" I screamed as I drew my pistol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What can you do? You are with out your greatest weapon, out numbered and you are alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped  the homing device from my pocket.... I had activated it, hopefully the X men would arrive in time... Until then I have to hold them off.. I only pray I can do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a light appeared .... "What the..." the gladiator stammered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/michaelangelew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/michaelangelew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and stood up straight, glarring at the Gladiator, "Seems the jury is in... and Charles has been found not guilty!" I roared as the Arc-Angel threw me the spear of Destiny... and then disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/weapon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/weapon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my cloak over Charles head to cover his eyes and I screamed ... "&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#holylight"&gt;HOLY LIGHT&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/magdalena_02-04_page-00_zm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/magdalena_02-04_page-00_zm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would blind the Gladiator and his men long enough for me to  throw the chakram and disarm many of them giving time for the X men to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/magdalena3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/magdalena3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snikt!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to Charles, "Now if that isnt a sweet sound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like a choir of angels." Charles said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggie4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114598005722799994?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114598005722799994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114598005722799994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114598005722799994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114598005722799994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/return-of-spear.html' title='Return of the Spear'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114590186430947290</id><published>2006-04-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:08:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo</title><content type='html'>A stargate opened in front of us and we were gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what you call my symptons .... It was a weird vertigo... What was I experiencing Hyperspace sickness?  I tried to write in my jounel (blog) I saw the entry (post) but it then wouldnt appear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept getting this swirling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Publishing is in progress&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p class="progressIndicator"&gt; Files published... &lt;strong&gt;0%  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="status"&gt; This may take a few minutes, if you have a large blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="status"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_inprogress.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles I think I need to lay down..." I blacked out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114590186430947290?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114590186430947290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114590186430947290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114590186430947290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114590186430947290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/vertigo.html' title='Vertigo'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114573010381021551</id><published>2006-04-22T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:49:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trial of angels</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready upstairs when I heard a commotion downstairs.... I reached for my robe planning to just throw it on and run down stairs when a chill came down my spine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and quickly put on my armour and grabbed  the &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#spear"&gt;spear of destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#spear"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came running down to the garage.... Already several X men were there... I saw Charles, Rogue,  and &lt;a href="http://rubyquartz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt;... I also saw someone I didnt know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/sure-wolverine-said.html"&gt;Charles Xavier&lt;/a&gt;," Gladiator said in a big booming voice, "for crimes against the &lt;a title="Shi'ar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shi%27ar"&gt;Shi'ar&lt;/a&gt; Empire, I am hereby placing you under arrest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just hold on a second..." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Magdalena...." the Gladiator stated....&lt;br /&gt;"Have we met?"&lt;br /&gt;"No but I know of you...." He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good I would hate for you not to be able to tell St Pete who sent you." I stepped between him and Charles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy everyone." Charles said as he pulled me to stand beside him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I growled graspng the Spear... "You do not have jerisdiction here and I dont think Earth is an extradiction planet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles tried to calm me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wouldnt calm down, "I demand to know what these crimes are, what are the charges most importantly I want to know how you think you are going to take Charles from here..." I stated as I nodded around the room ... Many other Mutants appeared around... Colossuss, Beast, and others... The garage became crowded... and I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schikt! &lt;/span&gt;behind the Gladiator.. &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt; appeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Bub, I don't know about everyone else but I have plans to be  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; to a stuck up think she is all that princess tonight and I do intend on keeping those plans...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you afraid of Xavier!" The Gladiator said hostilely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its you who should be afraid!" I yelled as I pushed the spear to his throat...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly its glow ceased and I felt frozen unable to move... An image from the cornor of my eye appeared... A shadow half here half not with a bright halo aura... The wings appeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An Arch-Angel...." As the words escaped my lips the Spear of Destiny flew from my hands to his hand... Then He disappeared with the Spear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie?" Charles said with a hint of concern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gladiators laughter boomed... "It seems your big boss, higher authority, doesnt want you to interfer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up straight and held my head low then kneeled to Charles, "I can't stop him. I can't interfer... Everyone has a right to use thier voice, to seek judgement for the crimes they feel have been committed," I then looked up at the Gladiator and glarred, "but everyone had a right to a trial... a fair trial...  I can not stop you from arresting Charles but I can stand with him during this and I can testify to what I know is the truth... If you know me and who I am you know I can see into the &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2005/02/magdalena.html#heart"&gt;hearts of men&lt;/a&gt;... I demand that I be allowed to testify in behalf of Charles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stereo other mutants began volunteering thier testimonies and stating they unlike me could and would interfer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles held up his hands to calm everyone... "Gladiator the only thing I fear is that I will not get a fair trial... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not here to judge or execute you only to arrest you." The Gladiator said with out emotion.. "I can take you and one other..... All others will have to remain until summoned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was protests that filled the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Charles gazing in his eyes until I saw him focus his telepathic abilities...&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened my mind for him and him alone to hear my thoughts, "I know you normally take Wolverine and for good reason but they probally have anticipated that and will be expecting the expected... Take me, they know I can not interfer but if it looks like you are not going to get a fair trial I can call the X men into action... Then they can find a window of surprise...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked deep in my eyes, "Maggie dont feel guilty because you cant ... "&lt;br /&gt;I cut him offf and spoke aloud, "I will be at your side I promise," I looked at Gladiator, "I will be at his side as more than just a girlfriend I will also be sure no harm comes to him. He is to get a trail, a fair one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked at him, "You heard the lady..." He sent a telephathic thought to Logan as to the plan... Logan didnt look to happy, I dont think he likes it when Charles speaks to him telepathically..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Charles hand and squeezed it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114573010381021551?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114573010381021551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114573010381021551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114573010381021551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114573010381021551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/trial-of-angels.html' title='A Trial of angels'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114555312029706626</id><published>2006-04-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:12:00.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beast of burden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;"But Logan . . you have to see that . . this isn't . . we can't . . . (sigh) . . . alright. Fine. But all I ask is that you be nice to Miss Ishikawa, okay? The school really doesn't need any more liability at the moment."  I heard Charles say as I came to his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure Chuck... I will consider that a direct order... Be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; to Miss Ishikawa..." &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Logan &lt;/a&gt;walked pass me saying as he snickered with a evil laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you think you succeeded?" I teased Charles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held his head down and sigh, "Maggie thanks for coming can you have a seat please." He motioned at a seat across from his desk. he sounded serious but I was in a playful mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a no then... well I do know of a Catholic nun who runs an orphanage that might be successful...  A &lt;a href="http://www.bluesbrotherscentral.com/band.php?musician_id=1"&gt;sister &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; Mary Stigmata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;" I teased as I walked around his desk and took my seat in his lap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flashed him a grin and he started to smile, "There that is better... You needed to see me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I want to speak to you about 2 things... First, I understand you know Miss...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHI, yes I know her. Her mother is an American Catholic missionary... I met her breifly when I was in Japan but I really wasnt introduced and didnt become aquainted with her until she and Vampi became friends. SHI, Pantha and Vampi have done missions together.... I heard she hung up her sword and layed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHI&lt;/span&gt; to rest but it seems she has recently ressurected SHI. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was her who called and complained about Logan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, "That doesnt surprise me, SHI is the silent deadly type where as Logan is the in your face with a fast ball special type.... but, " I leaned in and whisper teasingly, "You know what they say about opposites.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles chuckled and I continued, "Dont worry about SHI, she wont cause trouble.. I am sure she just needed to vent next time hand her over to Scott..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles laughed again... "So what was the other thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles cleared his throat and sat up straight, "I wanted to appologize to you if I have in anyway negelected..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interrupted him, "Sorry Charlie, wont work.... If you want to appologize then you close that lap top, tell Rogue to watch the kids your taking a .... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nap  &lt;/span&gt;and meet me upstaits in 20 minutes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out as Charles asked to see Rogue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114555312029706626?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114555312029706626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114555312029706626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114555312029706626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114555312029706626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/beast-of-burden.html' title='Beast of burden'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114548215462173376</id><published>2006-04-19T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:29:14.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey I am home</title><content type='html'>So after my adventure with Vampi... I return to the Mansion I know its presumtious for me to call it home.  However I feel as much home here as I do at the church... Sometimes more so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and find Charles passed out with a bottle of congniac... I left him there after I placed a blanket on him and crawled in our bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing with Vampi has gotten to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus other things....  Tommorrow I think I will buy something special  for Charles and take him out away from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible though he had been so busy lately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister returning doesnt help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he would dive into me rather than that bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the light out..... Perhaps I should let everyone know this Sunday he and I are going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; yes Scott look up the word if you need to.... alone for a Sunday Drive... somewhere nice maybe to Vegas... Mr fixit I am sure can get us into a nice Hotel ... I am sure he has connections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it I will take Charles for a Sunday drive and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidnap&lt;/span&gt; him away to Vegas for the week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114548215462173376?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114548215462173376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114548215462173376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114548215462173376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114548215462173376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/honey-i-am-home.html' title='Honey I am home'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114528653298377597</id><published>2006-04-17T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:08:53.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaming up...</title><content type='html'>I was with Vegeta and we were going to go to get Vampi. I saw SHI and she and I fought a little. She is too good an assasin and&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/04/return-to-honor.html"&gt; I needed her not to go through with her vow.&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/too-many-people-want-to-kill-dracula.html"&gt;" Good we are all agreed, we may need to bring in others we have to end this farce. Before her child dies. I can assure you Kakarot will help We need to be quick about it as well. Also before this is over we must also agree that Vlad dies. " Vegeta said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all nodded in agreement. Our Next step was to find Mirai Trunks. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he found us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have Vampi.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep her there try to reach her." I heard Vegeta said, "We will find Vlad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed to work together but &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/04/shi-really-messed-this-up.html"&gt;Wolverine &lt;/a&gt;wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to his castle and attacked. There was plenty of Vampires but no Vlad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Goku sensed his Ki.... "He is with vampi and Trunks"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we arrived it was too late... Vlad had taken Vampi and Miria Trunks was hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and angry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I almost had her... She almost was free from Vlads control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one place left for Vlad to hide... We decided to go there... Miria Trunks would concentrate on getting Vampi and getting her away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have the task of distroying Vlad and his coven.... It would not be easy... H&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/01/hostile-take-overthe-finale-battle.html"&gt;e is hard to kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if we only kill his body we might stop him for a long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114528653298377597?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114528653298377597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114528653298377597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114528653298377597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114528653298377597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/teaming-up.html' title='Teaming up...'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114521717094481663</id><published>2006-04-16T12:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:52:50.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another piece of the puzzle</title><content type='html'>With this newest piece f the puzzle I went to see &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/battle-with-frieza-family-part2_15.html"&gt;" Oh I Think you'll need to find another way." said a voice that sounded like it came from far away. Then Bardock, appeared in front of us. " I believe it is time for some answers. I'll tell you why this child must live."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does this have something to do with it?" I asked as I tossed &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-just-get-worse.html"&gt;the scrol&lt;/a&gt;l on the table before everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bardock stepped forward, "Yes, well... The Scarratus sent someone to find great warriors that could help save their people. His name was Toboeh and he crashed on Vegeta (the planet) and before he died I made an oath to help his people, I swore that my bloodline would not rest until his people were at peace but I arrived to late and learning of the capsule I looked for it (hoping to some how give them rest). Recently I found a better solution when a dragon capable of creation and re-incarnation ended up making a deal with me. I can not give details only he owed me a favor and was in  debt to my request. These people stood against Tyrany, for other planets they lost everything. The creatures that hunt Vampi and the unborn are called Tilians I destroyed their ultimate weapon but they still hunt the spirits of that planet they destroyed. This is what Vampi carries. A child who is in essence the combine lives and spirits of an entire planet. By my oath I, Goku, Gohan, Goten are all bound to protect this child until it is born. I chose Vampi because I feel her to be the best to raise this child. This is all I can tell you at this time. Except that we must protect that child, at all costs.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that Bardock disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so What do we do?" Gohan asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotstuff ran to Miria Trunks, "You pwromise.... you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miria trunks put his hand on hotstuff's head, "We are not killing her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "I have no choice. I can not allow her to kill innocent people. Vampi wouldnt want that. Charles has sent &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wolverin&lt;/a&gt;e to kill Vlad. I am not sure this is a good idea, Vampirella will protect him and then she will get hurt and die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miria trunks picked up hotstuff who was crying and handed him to Bulma, "No one will hurt her, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me,  "I will take Vampi from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at him as he left, "She will try to turn you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Vegeta, "The Church sent the Vadicant Knights and you should know Vampi made &lt;a href="http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pantha&lt;/a&gt; and another friend, &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/"&gt;an assasin &lt;/a&gt;to swear an oath to kill her should Vlad or Lilith gain control of her. She made me swear the same oath."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114521717094481663?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114521717094481663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114521717094481663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114521717094481663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114521717094481663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-piece-of-puzzle_114521717094481663.html' title='Another piece of the puzzle'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114510947785434716</id><published>2006-04-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T06:57:58.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things just get worse</title><content type='html'>I left Charles Mansion to  meet with the bishop and cardinal.... My meeting wasnt scheduled until Sunday but they called and said they needed to speak with me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was there I reported I had seen Vampi with Vlad and we were formulating a plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We? No Magdalena! You.... this friendship has to end now, Vampi had started killing.... You know what you must do." The Bishop preached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know she was a powerful allie but not anymore and through her Lilith can return and we can not allow that.." The Cardinal added...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However my lord she carries an innoccent life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If she isnt stop she will kill more than one innoccent life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with my heart feeling heavy... She had in fact killed 4 people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was a rapist and murder.... Someone that had killed numbers of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second a drug dealer's lawyer, he just got finish killing a witness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the last two were innocent women... and unlike the men she didnt bleed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the police morgue for these two women would turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staken them and insuring they would not come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began tracking Vampi's trail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aliens apparently tried to kill her again, thier bodies laid dead. Upon examing them I found a scroll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This alien species is a superior race which was about to distroy the planet of another race, one that had resisted thier tyrany. They had a weapon that could kill an entire planet and so planets bowed down and accepted being slaves except for one. However before they killed the home planet of this other race known as the Scarratus, basically translate the children of sun and water, the Scarratus  took the essences of their world, what of it they could and put it in a single egg. This egg was like the many spirits of their world, they knew this enemy would destroy their body and planet but they would  not let their spirits be destroyed. As a result many planets that had been enslaved revolted... Now they hunt for the single egg that was  was put on a capsule and launched into space just as the planet was destroyed... The explosion from the planet caused the capsule to change course and colided with &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/egyptian-tomb-be-or-not-tomb-be_26.html"&gt;a prison ship&lt;/a&gt;. The only clue they had of this prison ship was a&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-grows-inside.html"&gt; fragment they found floating into space&lt;/a&gt;... They have traced its course here to earth...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do they want Vampirella dead? Unless.......  If my suspicions is correct we could be killing mor than just one innocent life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114510947785434716?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114510947785434716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114510947785434716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114510947785434716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114510947785434716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-just-get-worse.html' title='Things just get worse'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114501315956059610</id><published>2006-04-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T04:16:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When does one choose NOT to follow orders</title><content type='html'>Things lately have been a nightmare... For me that Nightmare has just gotten worse...&lt;br /&gt;I was so looking forward &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-you-mean-cheap-trick-isnt.html"&gt;to the Party&lt;/a&gt; but Vampi came with Vlad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/lonely-soul-has-no-will-to-survive_14.html"&gt;She has been brainwashed....  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see by the conversation &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-lost-everything.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/insane-time-traveling-grandson.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; It doesnt look good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been page to stand before my employers. Right on cue....&lt;br /&gt;I know what they want I have to go before them on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will want me to kill Vampi, I dont want to fight a freind... I dont want to take the life of an innocent unborn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way to do what I know needs to be done without harming the baby I would gladly take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles, Trunks everyone is not happy with me... but I am not Happy with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I know Vampi and Vlad together means trouble for the human race espeacially if Vlad uses Vampi to bring Lilith back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray a solution will appear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114501315956059610?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114501315956059610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114501315956059610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114501315956059610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114501315956059610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-does-one-choose-not-to-follow.html' title='When does one choose NOT to follow orders'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114443240799471069</id><published>2006-04-07T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:53:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A firey anger decends</title><content type='html'>I watched as the Phoenix formed... Gaia was standing ready and I waited for Charles signal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles reached out with his mind trying to calm her and get her to listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jean... Please do not do what you are thinking... Take a moment to think about..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response was a blast... The Jedis used the force and I rose  to where she was.... I waited for Charles signal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Phoenix laughed, "Proffessor you really think I wouldnt sense your girlfriend behind me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fireball as Charles said, "NOW" I called Holly light Blinding the Dark Phoenix while Gaia sent a blast to render her unconscious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hit with the fireball and blacked out... When I came to we were speeding after Phoenix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles..." I moaned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did it work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... she has left Yawvin and seems now disinterested in the Jedis.... We have no idea where she is heading ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Goku appeared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku took Proffessors arm, "The Dr was killed and Vampi has calapsed. Barriss needs you there...  I can teleport you if this is a good time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia looked at Charles, "I am still tracking her I can contact you mentally when we find her.. Go with Goku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up... "I want to go to Vampi is my friend..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we appeared at the hospital Vampi was unconscious... Charles went immediately to her side and I choose not to interfer... Barriss approached with a needle and Goku passed out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the waiting room where others were waiting... If he is the father and needs to be with Vampi, I will stand a side, I only want him to be happy.... Just then I heard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Barriss is going to give the test results" I walked around the cornor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all surprised at her findings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barriss gave Vampi something to sleep and I walked out with Charles and the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "What if she is carrying something evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its possible, though I dont sense it but I wouldnt not at this stage." Charles added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta informed us that he didnt believe the unborn to be evil because Bardock would not insist to protect it if it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed to keep us informed and Goku teleported us back... It was just in time... Gaia found the Dark Phoenix... She was about to attack a small planet inhabited by race far less technically and socially advance... Still primitive in their life and very superstitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A race that viewed her as a Goddess and began sacrificing virgin males to appease her...&lt;br /&gt;"Fear and ignorance a deadly combination... Charles we have to stop this... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what we do we will influence these people..." Windu yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all waited for Charles to decided what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114443240799471069?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114443240799471069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114443240799471069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114443240799471069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114443240799471069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/firey-anger-decends.html' title='A firey anger decends'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114423686491177099</id><published>2006-04-05T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:34:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chittty chitty bang bang in space</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I got on this space craft with this ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Well Charles trusts him&lt;/a&gt;.... The Dragonkin didn't tell &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; much except that Son Gokus father is envolved.... This is sounding more and more like the baby is Trunks, why else would Bardock be so concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are heading after the Dark Phoenix. I have no idea what to expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definetly going to have alot of bruises on this one.... and that is before we get to the Phoenix..&lt;br /&gt;I swear if this guy pinches me one more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or calls me toots  I think I better stay next to Charles before I end up braking Scott's father's hand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114423686491177099?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114423686491177099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114423686491177099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114423686491177099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114423686491177099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/chittty-chitty-bang-bang-in-space.html' title='Chittty chitty bang bang in space'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114407165034889333</id><published>2006-04-03T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:40:50.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear what I hear?</title><content type='html'>Last night Charles had some really bad dreams. He and everyone is so stressed about this baby. I think it would be good for him to see that David was just once and not all his children would end up evil. However, at this point we still don't know who the father is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Vampi and got Wolfgang, "I have done as Vampi instructed but as I told her when she called. The Dr still haven't called and there is no answer when I call them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe the baby is Trunks then. They may not have experience with Sayians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and thanks Wolfgang for the information. I got a call. It was from the Bishop and Cardinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Charles to come hoping it would keep his mind off things but surprisingly they called about Vampis baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What can we expect from the merging of a Drakulonian and human or Sayian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know? No one does I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you sense any evil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sensed nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then the child is female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or I can not sense unborns." I said. "What is this about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cardinal approached me, "We hear someone is trying to kill her and the child. For some reason Drakins were here. It would appear Dragonkins have summoned them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drakin? Half Human half dragon warriors? Why would the wisest and most ancient Dragons be interest in this child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do not know. They wouldnt say. We do not know if they are hunting or protecting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed and left the Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Charles "You heard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes but I am not sure I understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Niether do I... Vampi knows more about Dragons, &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/stories-of-past.html"&gt;she studied Dragonology&lt;/a&gt;. Dragonkins are oldest and wisest of Dragons. Incredible intelligent. Incredible powerful. After all as Merlin said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poll.imdb.com/name/nm0932116/"&gt;Merlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: The dragon. A beast of such power that if you were to see it whole and complete in a single glance, it would burn you to cinders. It is everywhere. It is everything. Its scales glisten in the bark of trees. Its roar is heard in the wind. And its forked tongue strikes like...  Like lightening, yes that's it.  ' &lt;/span&gt;The Dragon is life, birth, death, rebirth, ressurection... Among humans it would be Mother Nature, Karma all wrapped in one. Ying and yang. Among the Jedi I guess it would be the force embodied. Vampi is called friend to the Dragons and Dragonkin, I doubt she would be hunted by them, so they must be wanting to protect her but why. It isnt like them to interfer, not like this. &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/mother-dearest.html"&gt;Vegeta was touched by a Dragonkin&lt;/a&gt; so maybe he can find an answer for us. &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-and-we-danced.html"&gt;Vampi gave you a book&lt;/a&gt; that can lead us to a place of mystery, we might be able to find a Dragonkin but we will need Vegeta. If he passes to this relm he could morph and then the Dragonkin may speak with us then again, you might get quicker answers  from yoda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I retired for the night with plans to find Vegeta and speak with him tommorrow. As Charles slepted I quoted merlin once more with a whisper, "Do nothing. Be still. Sleep. Rest in the arms of the dragon. Dream. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114407165034889333?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114407165034889333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114407165034889333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114407165034889333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114407165034889333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-hear-what-i-hear.html' title='Do you hear what I hear?'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114372263523348828</id><published>2006-03-30T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T04:43:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A difficult time</title><content type='html'>I return yesterday to Charles Mansion and he was rushing out. It seems Vampi is pregnant and either Charles or Trunks is the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting for the results. I know this is hard on Charles. He has tried to use his abilities to determine who the father is but has not had any luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoid talking to him on what he wants to do if he is the father. I figure it was best to discuss that when we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has called Vampi quite often. Still there is no answer on when the Dr will have the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to Charles that we go out... The Inter-galactic circus was in town so we went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe they still run freak shows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. You would think people would realize we are all different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/152404SXAW_w.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/152404SXAW_w.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/186585jOqn_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/186585jOqn_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/186599xeGD_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/186599xeGD_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/186480NTvs_w.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/186480NTvs_w.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say we enjoyed ourselves but sitting waiting for these results has put a damper on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114372263523348828?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114372263523348828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114372263523348828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114372263523348828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114372263523348828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/difficult-time.html' title='A difficult time'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114355969435308405</id><published>2006-03-28T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:28:14.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag your it!</title><content type='html'>Charles felt it nessary to tag me so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Chocolate (Dark, White, Milk)&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Milk and White especiall with carmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Favorite Pizza Toppings&lt;/strong&gt;: I like it all as long as it doesnt have anchovies and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Favorite Food&lt;/strong&gt;:  Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Favorite Cheese Type&lt;/strong&gt;: Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Favorite "Pirate" Word or Phrase&lt;/strong&gt;: avast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Music Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: anything you can fight to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Favorite Music Artist&lt;/strong&gt;: too many to name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What are you listening to now?:&lt;/strong&gt; to Charles sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite Movie Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Action Romance and comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite Movie&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm I dont get to see movies much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Favorite TV show&lt;/strong&gt;: dont have much time to watch anything but the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite Console Game&lt;/strong&gt;: dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Favorite Computer Game&lt;/strong&gt;: WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Favorite Board Game&lt;/strong&gt;: Chess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Ever play Dungeons and Dragons?&lt;/strong&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Where are the Cheetos?&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmmm I think one of Charles kids are eating them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Can I have a Mountain Dew?&lt;/strong&gt;: I perfer OJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Believe in some sort of higher power?&lt;/strong&gt;: Is that a trick question? (I like Charles answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. How many of these quizzes have you ever taken, email or blogs, in your net-surfing career?&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;dont remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. On a scale of banana to zebra, banana being "pink polka-dotted slippers" and zebra being "WTF?", how surreal would a guy taking a shower in a tub full of brightly coloured wrenches and monochromatic cat toys be?&lt;/strong&gt;: I think someone has a demon possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not allowed (maybe if I move out of the Church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. If yes on 21, what is the silliest thing you have seen them do?&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. You think Karnov should have ended this quiz 20 questions ago?&lt;/strong&gt;: I think he should have stopped at 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Ever Play 20 Questions?&lt;/strong&gt;: I play that after every mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Think I get bored on my lunch breaks?&lt;/strong&gt;: Try doing something constructive next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Who would win in a fight between Mr. T, Chuck Norris, and that giant robot from that one goofy Beastie Boys Video?&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Could you conceivably use a Terrabyte Harddisk?&lt;/strong&gt;: No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. HAH! HAH! I ACTUALLY HAVE A 28th QUESTION!!1! (Unfortunately it is more of a statement)&lt;/strong&gt;: Definetly possessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Paper or Plastic?&lt;/strong&gt;: Reuseable cloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Who will you tag to take this quiz next (Pick 1-5)&lt;/strong&gt;? I will not tag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114355969435308405?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114355969435308405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114355969435308405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114355969435308405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114355969435308405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag your it!'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114348120389293266</id><published>2006-03-27T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:40:03.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some time to ourselves</title><content type='html'>With there being a &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Truce on the so called cure for Mutants&lt;/a&gt;... Charles and I decided to take some time for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just hving a nice dinner at a small quiet restraunt he suggested when ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie, I am sorry to disturb you but the Cardinal needs to see you at once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at Charles, " hmmm looks like Duty calls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was visiting the Cardenial I was informed I would be babysitting the &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/showing-me-sites.html"&gt;Bishop Martins&lt;/a&gt;. Seems  he has had some death threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only will this be boring but grueling as the Bishop can be a pain in many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the hotel I took the oppertunity to check my messages. I got a call from Vampirella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I talked for sometime. I am worried about her being so weak. I felt I had to tell her about Charles she seemed happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we talked for hours I walked about and did my rounds. The Bishop wanted to go out and he wanted me not to follow. He was upset to learn I couldnt let him go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had a strange request, he aked if Charles could be his watcher for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Charles, "He even asked please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well he is certainly being polite. Inform him I will be there shortly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles left with the Bishop and I wasnt comfortable with this.&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that the Bishop would say something rude to Charles, not that Charles couldnt handel him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Charles cell, there was loud music in the background, they were definetly in a club of some sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Charles," I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Maggie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm yeah..... excuse me ma 'am... ma 'am I am sorry but could you back off the Bishop please. ...  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him speaking to someone, "Charles where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A strip club and your Boss is apparently a regular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really," I giggled, "Well I am in room 22b after you tuck him into his room , and alone please... I will be waiting, I have a feeling you will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; to see me." I teased...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I think I will put up some candels ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114348120389293266?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114348120389293266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114348120389293266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114348120389293266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114348120389293266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-time-to-ourselves.html' title='Some time to ourselves'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114253181764525332</id><published>2006-03-16T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:56:57.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome part 4</title><content type='html'>I was in a terrible blackness. It was a repeating Nightmare of being chased by a clown. I used every attack I could, only every attack hurt me. The more I hurt it, the more I hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is attaching forms to my thoughts and mind. The option was to keep running.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the floor underneath me disappeared and I fell into &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charles lap&lt;/a&gt;. At first I thought it was a dream but then he held me tight and kissed me and I gave him a passionate kiss back I heard Kurt say, "Awwwwwww Liebe." It was real I was a wake from my coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine growled, "Hey you two get a room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/violator.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/violator.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then heard a strange sound. I and charles looked and before us was a horrid beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Violator2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Violator2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered in Charles ear, "Darlin, where is my spear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Vadicant Knights presented me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed on my feet, Wolverine was grinning with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attacked the beast and it ran... It was a long chase. We chased it to a enclosed grave yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles used his psonic abilities to cripple it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Adriano_Batista_Magdalena_Cemetary_Dance.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Adriano_Batista_Magdalena_Cemetary_Dance.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hovered over it, "I suppose you didnt read the scrolls, Charles saved me, he passed the test. I think someone is going to be very angry that you have failed. Tell him we said hello." I lifted the sword and sent the creature back to where it belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then looked at Charles, "So now that that is taken care of what do you have planned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/Al_Rio_Magdalena_c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/Al_Rio_Magdalena_c.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I grinned. Getting rid of Nightcrawler was easy as he was just bouncing to be able to join the carnival. As for Wolverine I had to play dirty. I told him Vegeta had been planning something mean, he stormed off after Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I spent the night in Venice. It was nice to be in comfotable cloths, even nicer to be with Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggiexavier2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggiexavier2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a romantc evening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/dawn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/dawn4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we returned to his mansion and I helped him prepare for a Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;The Lecture was at a Chatholic school for girls. He had promised the cardinal to give a Lecture on Mutants and other topics in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/maggiexavier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/200/maggiexavier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he didnt tell Charles it was for an All girls school. I think Charles would rather fight clowns ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we had won this battle we have been warn Evil would never completely leave us alone. As I told Charles this is my curse but it was nice that he would be here to hold my hand and help me through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114253181764525332?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114253181764525332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114253181764525332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114253181764525332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114253181764525332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-in-rome-part-4_16.html' title='When in Rome part 4'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114247111374775256</id><published>2006-03-15T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:06:13.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome part 4</title><content type='html'>Nightcrawler was off searching for their minions and we were trying to search for the evil clowns. I and the Vadicant Knights took the high ground while Charles and Wolverine took the low ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/magdalen444a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/magdalen444a1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had regrouped when hours had passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of something running by Xaviers Chair. Wolverine drew his claws as the little thing jumped in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay Logan its just a scared bunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles no that isn't any ordinary bunny." I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/rabbitsword2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/rabbitsword2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly threw my dagger, and the bunny burst into dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then were heard some eerie music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownwant-balloon-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownwant-balloon-st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a little one run into the alley and I took off after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownsjagad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownsjagad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly behind me the buildings shifted and I was in a maze. I knew this was just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a woman screamed 3 clowns were attacking her. I leaped in to action, before long more appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownassise-shiv-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownassise-shiv-st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clow5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clown3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cornered with a hurt woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/magdalena_ebas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/magdalena_ebas2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she changed into a clown. She squirted me with her flower and all became distorted like being in a house of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownocposter1-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownocposter1-st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard wolverine but I couldn't see him as my eyes burned. Every thing around me went dark.&lt;br /&gt;I heard Charles shooting his fully loaded chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard his voice but it became distant, "Charles, did you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No some got away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles you have to find and kill the boss clown. This was your challenge it has always been meant for you to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell unconscious, in a coma. I was locked in the nightmare of my coma. The only release is if Charles is successful and kills the boss clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownpennywise3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownpennywise3a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until them I am cursed to wander in the dark of my unconsciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/50016414864.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/50016414864.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting what they have put there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownevil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will Charles fight the clown boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly blogs through out the bloggersphere is hyjacked... Everyone is having hy-jinks problems and many are recieving this message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownsgotklownsblubbosm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownsgotklownsblubbosm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20996232-114247111374775256?l=darkcadthedral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/feeds/114247111374775256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20996232&amp;postID=114247111374775256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114247111374775256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20996232/posts/default/114247111374775256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-in-rome-part-4_15.html' title='When in Rome part 4'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16032221817543199372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/MAR041422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20996232.post-114247093137179925</id><published>2006-03-15T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:02:11.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome part 4</title><content type='html'>Nightcrawler was off searching for their minions and we were trying to search for the evil clowns. I and the Vadicant Knights took the high ground while Charles and Wolverine took the low ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/magdalen444a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/magdalen444a1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had regrouped when hours had passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of something running by Xaviers Chair. Wolverine drew his claws as the little thing jumped in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay Logan its just a scared bunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles no that isn't any ordinary bunny." I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/rabbitsword2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/rabbitsword2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly threw my dagger, and the bunny burst into dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then were heard some eerie music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownwant-balloon-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownwant-balloon-st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a little one run into the alley and I took off after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownsjagad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownsjagad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly behind me the buildings shifted and I was in a maze. I knew this was just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a woman screamed 3 clowns were attacking her. I leaped in to action, before long more appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownassise-shiv-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownassise-shiv-st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clow5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clown3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cornered with a hurt woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/magdalena_ebas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/magdalena_ebas2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she changed into a clown. She squirted me with her flower and all became distorted like being in a house of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/clownocposter1-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/320/clownocposter1-s
