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December 31, 2249- Stonehenge The wind howled as lightning pierced the pitch black storm clouds roiling overhead. So this is what the end of the world looks like. I thought as I surveyed the scene in front of me. From my vantage point on top of a small, grassy hill things didn’t look so great. In the distance stood the ruins of Stonehenge, not quite it ruins anymore. It had been restored to its former glory, with some minor changes. Strange letters and runes that had been carved into the surface of the stone columns glowed a deep crimson. Humanoid creatures darted in and out, searching for interlopers. And at the center of the ancient stone circle was an enormous Egyptian pyramid. It all looked like something off of a heavy metal album cover. Eyes on the prize. I think to myself. I see my target. Floating several feet above the pyramid’s tip, was a figure in golden armor. They were too far away to make out any details, but I knew them well. Could picture their face as if they were

Queen Anna looked out from her balcony out into the city of Arendelle. It was so peaceful at night. She sighed. Now she understood why Elsa always seemed so stressed and distant. Running a kingdom was no joke. Not that she thought it would be easy, but still- ever since she and Elsa destroyed the dam, lifting the curse on the enchanted forest, things had gotten- complicated. Now that nature spirits and people freely mingled, there were new difficulties to get used to. She’d lost count of the times a fire spirit got over excited and nearly burned down several houses. The occasional wondering stone giant didn’t make things easier, either. And to further complicate things, both Weaselton and the Southern Isles had been trying to gain leverage from the ensuing chaos. She sighed. What to do about these spirits? She stared out at the sparkling water in the distance. So peaceful and calm on the surface, yet a swirl of turbulent darkness and power below. She’d heard rumors of a sea faring

Elsa awoke to discover she was in an ice cave. Her wrists and ankles had been secured to the wall of the cave using thick bands of ice. Elsa tried to will the ice to crumble, but nothing happened. “You have no control of the ice down here.” Her twin said. ”I’m much too powerful for that.” She approached Elsa. “Do what you want to me.” Elsa said defiantly. “I’ll never help you find Anna.” Twin Elsa put a hand on the side of Elsa’s face. “Oh, the fun I’ve had here.” Twin Elsa began. “During Kristoff’s little rebellion, I had quite a few of his soldiers down here. The things I would do to them.” Her voice was cruel and sadistic. “I could drastically lower the temperature.” She purred. “see just how much of a cold tolerance you have. I could send a sliver of ice up your nasal cavity and expand it. Just imagine the worst headache ever, and it just keeps getting worse. Or I could sharpen some icicles and go to town.” She patted Elsa’s face. “But no. I learned that pain, while intense, can

July 4, 1885- New York City “Mommy, look at the pretty colors!” Night had fallen several hours ago, but the festivities were just beginning as the sky lit up with blues, reds, and golds. A decent sized crowd had gathered at Fort Gibson to observe the fireworks. Amongst the oohs and aahs at the spectacle were intermingled with murmurs and whispers. It had been rumored that the current military base on Ellis Island would be shut down and repurposed as a reception area for incoming immigrants. Across the harbor from them was a sign of things to come: a giant copper statue, gifted by the French. ‘Lady Liberty’, it was called. Some saw it as a welcoming sign to frightened newcomers. Others saw it as a magnet for troublemakers. But for tonight, everyone saw it as a thing of beauty. And the one thing no one saw as they gazed upon the shining statue reflecting the dazzling pyrotechnics display was that tonight, Lady Liberty had an unexpected guest. A woman with fiery red hair and a strange

Velma swung around, her flashlight illuminating an empty hallway. “I knew that bookcase was a secret passageway.” She said smugly. “Great work, Velma!” Daphne called out from behind. “Now where are we?” “Well, judging from the declining nature of the passage we just walked, I’d say we’re in a basement of some sort.” There was a damp chill in the air and Velma shivered. What she would have given to be in her usual orange sweater. But no, they hadn’t even had time to change from what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation day before they wound up chasing some glowing sea ghost into this abandoned beach house. And to make matters worse, Scooby had vanished down a trap door when they arrived. Fred went after Shaggy who began chasing down his best friend, leaving Daphne and Velma to investigate. “I think we should head this way.” Daphne said, flipping her long red hair back. Velma felt a pang of jealousy. Even in near darkness, Daphne looked gorgeous, with the confidence to rock a

The next few days passed in a blur. I received no word from either Seo-yun or Dr. Valenstern. I hadn’t built up the courage to go back to the lab. Which is why I was surprised to receive a text from an unknown number. IF U WANT TRUTH ABOUT DR. V MEET ME AT VIRTOLLIS PARKING GARAGE. TOP LEVEL. 11:00 PM. Virtollis was a famous Italian restaurant not far from where I live. Meeting a stranger in a parking garage at night for information? I thought. Sounds liked a scene from a bad movie. I still felt bad about how Seo-yun treated Valenstern, but I had to admit, I still had questions that needed to be answered. I found myself staring at the clock all day until finally, it was time. I arrived at the parking garage and headed for the top. Once there, I saw a shadowy figure start to approach me. “Sarah?” it asked. I recognized the voice immediately. “Seo-yun?” I asked. “What are you doing here? Did you send the text?” “Huh,” she responded taking out her phone. “I guess we got the same

August 12, 2019- San Francisco, California “Five more minutes.” I mutter sleepily as a roll over in bed to smash the snooze button on my phone. I am about to drift back into the sweet embrace of sleep when I feel a weight press down on my stomach. I open my eyes to see a furry face glaring at me. “Alright, Fuzz Face.” I tell my cat. “cool your jets. It’s only-” I look at my phone. “Six Thirty!” I exclaim. “Already?” I must have pressed the snooze button more times than I realized! “I am so dead!” I exclaim, shaking myself awake and rushing around my apartment getting ready. Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Sarah Slighthart. I am twenty-two years old, roughly five foot four with naturally red shoulder length hair, emerald green eyes and a slim athletic figure. Today was supposed to be the first day of my new life. And it wasn’t going well at all. I had just moved to San Francisco from a small no name town in Nowhere, Oregon and had been accepted for a research assistant