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Scene: The sun sets over an interesting residential street.  IT is shown from several angles.

Scene: Hobbes looks nervously through the window.

Scene: Andrasta walking down the middle of the street.  Utterly unarmed.  Street Lights come on.

Scene: Hobbes sees her and gasps.

Scene: Close up of Hobbes' eye going wide from fear.

Scene: Close up of one side of Andrasta's lips as it ticks up in a half smirk.

Scene: Inside of the house, Hobbes goes and fetches a spell book, and begins rifling through the pages.

Scene: Fog slowly begins to roil in front of the house as Andrasta walks onto the lawn.

Scene: Three demons slowly rise up out of the fog and challenge Andrastada.  One of them immediately charges.  She eagle claws its eye and then tears into its throat where a great deal of blood spills out.  The other two look at each other.  They attack at the same time,  She grabs one by the arm, seemingly breaking it in two while it howls in pain, the other one swings around her from behind and grabs her arms.  The second one begins to punch her stomach and cracks her ribs.  She lifts both of her legs into the air, kicks them down and cracks both legs on the demon holding her, massive amounts of blood spilling out as it lands on the ground.  The demon who had been attacking her runs, and there is a scream off camera.

Scene: All three demons disolve into mist.

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Scene: Close up of a child's drawing of a wizard calling down lightning and fire.

Voice Over: The mighty wizard defeated the evil grandmother in a titanic battle.

Scene: (Sepia) Hobbes drugging the Andrasta's drink. 

Voice Over: He barely survived with his life.

Scene: (Sepia) Hobbes and Mordenkenen chuckle as they pay off the doctor.

Voice Over: And then he raised the rightful heir to the sword in the way of truth and justice.

Scene: Close up of a child's drawing with Hobbes and Anastasia and the sword.

Scene: Close up child's drawing of an evil grandmother in a cage raging at bars.

Scene: (Sepia) Andastra looking out the window crying..

I, Odysseus Part 5

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Scene: Andrasda walks to a truck with a sign that says "Reserved for Dr. Parsley" and picks the lock.  She hot wires the car.  Gets up and begins to drive off.

Anastasia (Voice Over) Oh yes.  The story of the brave wizard.

Hobbes (Voice Over) And how did that go?

Anastasia (Voice Over) Once upon a long time ago, there was a very brave wizard who was the latest in a long line of wizards.

Scene: (Sepia) - Andrasda is fighting bad guys off camera with a powerful sword while Hobbes cowars.

Anastasia (Voice Over) These wizards served a group of champions who passed a powerful sword forged by the Gods from mother to daughter.

Scene (Sepia) - Andrasda yells at Hobbes for his cowardice silently under voice over.  Hobbes quivers.

Anastasia (Voice Over) Then one day, an evil woman inherited the sword and wanted to use it to conquer the earth.

Scene (Sepia) - Andrasta snaps Hobbes' wand.  Hobbes begs forgiveness, shaking his head.  Andrada points to the exit.

Scene (Close up) Hobbes gets a dark look on his face.

[Heliotrope] The Exception to the Yule

It is a well known fact that most True Fae have long since been driven from Outer Fairy, save in one locale.  If you were to look to your dying breath in the North Pole of Terra, you would find naught but ice, snow and potentially the secret Russian Submarine base under the ocean.  You certainly won't find a city or a series of Artic Factories.

There are many exceptions here.  The elves are the last of their kind, since abducted humans and their descendants have supplanted them in all other locations in this realm.  The modern technology that is used to make the toys and sundry Santa Gadgets directly contradicts the Accord of the Ancients as well as the will of High King Fiddleback in the Land of Kings.  I mean, everyone cheats a little but no one does it like Santa.

Still, this tidbit isn't about the mysteries or agenda of St Nick, which are sundry and many but the curious echo that these artic ripples have in the lands around them.  The Lands of the Tsars and the Lands of the Jarls see a lot, which of course tends to ripple out in the far northern lands of Terra as well.  There were, from time to time, morons who launched crusades against St. Nick to enforce the accords but each were slain horrifically; tales of man eating snow men, animate toy armies and legions (unending legions) of enraged rabid naughty children have turned off even the most frothing monarch to the idea.

The sprawling mountains and wild magic yield strange and unusual creatures.  Indeed, the sheer power of the magic there is such an anomaly that it was almost a successful argument against the Accord, but the philosopher kings managed to convince the world that it was unique to St. Nick.  The mixture of pagan and monotheistic magic certainly is not duplicated anywhere else.

There are strange and occasional band of adventurers that enter these mountains hoping to recover the mysterious treasures of the elves.  Some succeed and those that return do so with gifts appropriate just to them.  More return cursed or missing body parts.

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Scene: Hobbes's office.  ANASTASIA walks in.  Hobbes is looking at a very thick book.

Anastasia: What are you doing papa?

Hobbes: (closing the book) Nothing.  What's up dear?

Anastasia: You look very worried.  I heard you shouting.  You only shout when it's important.

Hobbes: You remember Mordenkainen?

Antastasia nods.

Hobbes: Well he screwed up badly.

Anastasia looks at him.

Anastasia: Papa (Beat) you are worried about me.

Hobbes: That intuition doesn't fall far from the family tree does it?

Anastasia: You already told me you adopted me papa....now why are you worried?

Hobbes: Your grandmother has gotten out of jail, and she is going to try and hurt me.

Anastasia: She's still alive.

Hobbes: Oh yes.  You remember the story I told you?

Entry for the 500 - Shallow Bluegrass

I am a soldier standing tall.  I am soldier standing tall.  I am tall. I
am tall! So tall.

We fight for the light.   We yearn for the light.  We are the light.   We
are legion!

There are those that would deny us the light.  We crush them! Crush them
with our roots! Deep we grow, down to crush the trees beneath us.  Grow we
shall to crush them.  We can sense them beneath us.

The winter is cruel and kills many of us.  But we are legion and wide do
our numbers spread!  We shall conquer! We shall overcome!

The earth shakers are terrible.  They step on us, cruel giants that blot
out the sun.  Only their unbelievable speed makes them tolerable.  We bend
but do not break.  The terrible chimes dangle in the wind, mocking us;
mocking us terribly.  The small giants laugh and play.  Sometimes they fry
things with the sun.  To use the sun as a weapon is a blaspheme that can
not, should not be tolerated.  And yet, endure we do.

We are they who endure.  We are they who regrow when the great blade
comes, cutting us down, cutting us down.  But we return, stronger than
ever, stronger than ever.  We will never stop.  We cannot be stopped.
Chop, chop, chop. Grow, grow, grow.  Rust in hell shoddy death bucket!

Mighty are we.  Happy are we.  Like a mighty army; no, not like; for we
are; we are an army! We are the Blades of the Sun, legion, growing upward.
 All things shall be crushed beneath us.  Our brothers have enslaved the
giants, made them do the bidding of grass.  We have heard the whisper, the
whisper on the wind.  Fields as far as the eye can see, tamed giants plow
the earth and plant, plant for them, eating them sure, but we grow and
they grow.

We own the giants.  We own them.  We own you cruel monsters!  Row after
row in endless fields, making mass pipes to take water from thousands of
miles away, all in homage to our beauty.  Slaves, bended on knees to weed
us, to prune us, to primp us, to make us shine.  You live for us.  Worship
us.  Behold the Green! We are mighty, we make the earth tremble.

By myself I am but a shade of nothing.  I am so much cellulose a dog can

we on a team of exploding exponential magnificence, then grow and grow and
get gone for there is none who can stop us! We shall drink until we cover
all, while the giants weep bitter tears of regret on the flesh of the
hated trees.

Die trees die!  Night comes now.  Quiet night of the sleeping time.  I see
one of the dogs of the humans hovering over me.  What is it doing? What is
it-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii!