A controversial story! I feel 'pecial.
Garet: It's evil! Burn it!
You can't burn things on the internet, Garet-chan, but you can flame them.
Garet: Right. Flame it. Report it. It's evil.
I like it.
Garet: My point.
You're so sweet, Garet-chan! =^_^=
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Pity the Devil
Menardi rolled her mat out at a right angle from Jenna's head. As Menardi lay down, Jenna could see the boys lighting a small fire on the other side of camp. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, gazing at the brilliant stars.
"Jenna?" Menardi whispered.
Jenna blinked. "Huh?"
Menardi hesitated. "Do you ever pity the devil?"
"No," Jenna said. "Isn't that more than a bit blasphemous?"
"Maybe," Menardi sighed. "But he never got to feel the wind on his face, or smell a blooming rose, or run through a meadow. Besides, evil people hate your pit because they want you to seek revenge and be like them."
Jenna bit her lip. Menardi had a point that she hadn't thought of before. "That may be true, but won't pitying them risk you wanting to make them feel better?"
Jenna could sense that Menardi was smiling. "So are you inferring that if you pity someone evil that you might let them win? No, no, little flame, pitying them will exercise feelings that someone evil will not believe exist. You don't have to love someone to pity them, little flame."
Silence. Jenna pondered whither or not she should say what she was thinking. "My friends think that you're evil."
"They would," Menardi answered without emotion.
"You haven't exactly given them reason to think otherwise," Jenna murmured. "Your cackle can be quite sinister at times."
"They haven't exactly given us the time to explain," Menardi replied. "The little Fire whelp always fights without asking questions first."
"Yeah, but he's a cute whelp," Jenna giggled.
"I thought you liked the taller blond one," Menardi said, sounding surprised.
"They're both very cute whelps," Jenna sighed happily. "I haven't decided yet."
"Go for the blond one," Menardi muttered. "By some law of nature, guy Mars Adepts are di-sorry-let's just say they're bad."
"Even Saturos?" Jenna asked. "He's one of the hottest whelps I've ever met."
"Especially Saturos," Menardi said bitterly. "Goodnight, Jenna."
"Menardi," Jenna whispered, "I always wanted an older sister."
Menardi reached over and grabbed Jenna's hand. "Now I have another littler sister, eh? I can't wait for you to meet my sister Karst. She's a good girl; kinda reminds me of you."
"Good night, Menardi," Jenna murmured.
"Sleep tight, little flame," Menardi replied, gazing into the starry sky.
Garet: It's evil! Burn it!
You can't burn things on the internet, Garet-chan, but you can flame them.
Garet: Right. Flame it. Report it. It's evil.
I like it.
Garet: My point.
You're so sweet, Garet-chan! =^_^=
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Pity the Devil
Menardi rolled her mat out at a right angle from Jenna's head. As Menardi lay down, Jenna could see the boys lighting a small fire on the other side of camp. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, gazing at the brilliant stars.
"Jenna?" Menardi whispered.
Jenna blinked. "Huh?"
Menardi hesitated. "Do you ever pity the devil?"
"No," Jenna said. "Isn't that more than a bit blasphemous?"
"Maybe," Menardi sighed. "But he never got to feel the wind on his face, or smell a blooming rose, or run through a meadow. Besides, evil people hate your pit because they want you to seek revenge and be like them."
Jenna bit her lip. Menardi had a point that she hadn't thought of before. "That may be true, but won't pitying them risk you wanting to make them feel better?"
Jenna could sense that Menardi was smiling. "So are you inferring that if you pity someone evil that you might let them win? No, no, little flame, pitying them will exercise feelings that someone evil will not believe exist. You don't have to love someone to pity them, little flame."
Silence. Jenna pondered whither or not she should say what she was thinking. "My friends think that you're evil."
"They would," Menardi answered without emotion.
"You haven't exactly given them reason to think otherwise," Jenna murmured. "Your cackle can be quite sinister at times."
"They haven't exactly given us the time to explain," Menardi replied. "The little Fire whelp always fights without asking questions first."
"Yeah, but he's a cute whelp," Jenna giggled.
"I thought you liked the taller blond one," Menardi said, sounding surprised.
"They're both very cute whelps," Jenna sighed happily. "I haven't decided yet."
"Go for the blond one," Menardi muttered. "By some law of nature, guy Mars Adepts are di-sorry-let's just say they're bad."
"Even Saturos?" Jenna asked. "He's one of the hottest whelps I've ever met."
"Especially Saturos," Menardi said bitterly. "Goodnight, Jenna."
"Menardi," Jenna whispered, "I always wanted an older sister."
Menardi reached over and grabbed Jenna's hand. "Now I have another littler sister, eh? I can't wait for you to meet my sister Karst. She's a good girl; kinda reminds me of you."
"Good night, Menardi," Jenna murmured.
"Sleep tight, little flame," Menardi replied, gazing into the starry sky.