A History of Leo

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As the Director left the stage, the newly graduated Cohort slowly began to gather themselves to leave the auditorium. All, that is, but one. A tall blonde woman (they were all adults now in both senses of the word) wearing a full set of studded leather armor and weapons, slipped out of her seat on the aisle and strode forward, leaping onto the stage with ease. Before most of the assembled students noticed, she turned to face them and, using her heel like a gavel, stomped her foot three times.

“My fellow graduates,” she began as the crowd turned towards her, “we are all Adults now, in age and Name. There is no one responsible for what we do but ourselves – no Mentor or mother to shield us from consequences. And so I say: be careful.

“There are monsters in the world – the Nedetakaei, yes, but not all monsters forsake the Law. Some use it, hide behind it… And some of you know this very well.”

The murmuring through the rest of her Cohort settled into an uncomfortable silence. The blue-winged teacher standing by the door was frowning – but he was always frowning, so that meant very little.

“I say again: be careful. For I am the Valkyrie: the one who roams the battlefield and says who is to live, and who is to die. But I am not the Valkyrie of old.” She paused for a moment, staring levelly out over the twenty-odd ex-students. “There is no Valhalla for me to bring the worthy. So I will choose by different criteria: not the brave and the heroic, but the villains, the depraved. The monsters. So again.”

She raised a hand, pointing imperiously at them. “Be careful. Do not become one of the monsters, or I will find you. And you. Will. Die.”

She stood on the stage for one moment longer, giving her words time to sink in – but before any of them could react, she stepped off the stage and strode directly to the exit.


She stopped just at the door, turning to her father’s Mentor and briefly inclining her head. “Luke.”

He frowned – but he always frowned. “We need to talk.”

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Addergoole: On this day…

October 31, 2004

“So to get the spin-orbit coupling for this situation, we’re supposed to start with the Dirac equation, like this.”

The blonde infant on Leofric’s lap had absolutely no interest in quantum electrodynamics. The pencil, on the other hand…. Leaning forward, Sigruko grabbed at it ineffectually.

Leo hesitated for a moment before handing it to her with a smile and picking up another. His daughter banged her newly-acquired pencil against his, giggling happily. “Sword!”

Leo’s smile turned into a grin as he lightly returned the tap. “Sword fight!”

October 31, 2013

Leofric tightened the last knot and sat back with a sigh. “There, now we just wait for her to wake up.”

“Then what?” Zita crouched down next to him and prodded gently around the bite on his shoulder. “Tell her she’s been a bad girl?”

“Close.” Leo smiled, not very happily. “I was thinking more explain why she’s lucky she’s not dead.”

“And how to Mask,” she added absently before murmuring healing Workings over his injury.

Leo looked over the Ellehemaei who’d attacked them (and was now unconscious and tied to a tree). She couldn’t be more than eighteen, with pointed canine ears, a matching tail… and rough scabby patches of badly-shaved fur visible on her arms and neck. “And how to Mask,” he repeated.

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A True Hero

Author’s Note: The name “Deathstroke” is… basically a placeholder, but it’s good enough.

“I found you.”

Leofric grinned at the unassuming and surprised-looking man. The “man” who had been terrorizing the region: murdering, stealing, torturing, and generally making the look bad. The moster Leofric had been tracking for no less than half a year.
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They spoke of one who could find anything. The stories differed in their description but a few constants remained: a beautiful red-haired woman with eyes like a sunlit forest, and a smile which could melt the hardest of hearts or strike fear in the sternest of warriors.

She could find your ideal lover, they said, or your long-lost child. She could find for you a buried treasure, or the answers to your greatest questions, or the weak point in your enemy’s plan. She could find artifacts from ages past, the one who bears the face from your dreams, the place where, when the wind blows just right, the stones sing a melody so beautiful it will haunt you for the rest of your life.

She could find you anything, they said, but always for a price.

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Writing Meme

The rules are simple:

Copy paste the questions below onto your blog;
Fill in your answers;
Drop a link to your post in the comments here.

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Sam and Theo Go to Hogwarts

1 September
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Empty Hallways

She was cursed.

Everyone else in her class was getting cool Changes – like flaming wings or poison tails or rainbow tattoos – but Desdemona? Not her. She got to be a statue. All day long.
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Literary Analysis is Serious Business

Miss Frost is property of B and I apologize for any terrible mischaracterization in advance.

The two blondes sat in silence, the just-left-but-only-for-a-moment third member of the group seeming to have taken all the conversation with him. It was not an entirely comfortable silence as they both pretended to ignore the surreptitious looks cast by the occasional stranger; quick glances at their hair accompanied by hushed remarks to their own companions.

One of the two – a small, delicate-looking young woman with uncommonly fair hair – picked up her tea and took a careful sip, then replaced the cup on its saucer with equal care. The other – a sandy-haired young man – pushed gently at the handle of his own cup, rotating it a fraction of a circle.

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A Rocky Beginning

for Lyn!

“And I’m the rightful king of Scotland.” Jake snorted derisively, looking down at her – or trying, at least. At five foot eight (and a half), Desdemona was taller than at least half the school. “You think I give a shit who your parents are?”

“I think you should know better than to think I’m some weak little girl.” She sank back into a fighter’s crouch, raising her fists. “I also think you’re an asshole.”
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