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The Hist War I: Unused Salvation
Prologue: The Campfire

“Fuck!” I yelled at Qui-Gon Jinn and he shook his head.

“That was NOT the right thing to say to the ambassadors.” He said and started to fix the fire. The logs were from the trees by the lake that Oyja, the Karma of Fire, had been confirmed a Tenju. I saw no importance in this since the Tenju were long gone. “The ambassadors deserved more respect from you and you didn’t help King Llorak by your actions.”

“Fuck Nire. I told him not to allow me to become a diplomat, but he seems to have this… insane idea that I would be good at it.” I said and spread my wings. I was partially proud of my silver wings that were outlined in gold. I do not mean the color gold, I mean actually gold! Hell, I could’ve had it real silver also but I didn’t want that. Gold was more impressive to me.

“You would be good at it if you would take the time to think before you act.” He replied and looked up as Nire and Oyja arrived. Qui-Gon quickly stood up and bowed to them. Nire was wearing his usual choice of gold robes with white fur on the edges; Oyja was wearing the Karma of Fire uniform which was red robes with golden runes. “Welcome, Llorak and Oyja.”

“How are the two humans?” I asked mischievously. “Oyja, you’re not thinking of changing gender or species again, are you? I think being in the form of a Hutt would be a huge improvement to your present form.”

“Erin, you realize the only reason you are here is because of Jash.” She said and glared at me. “I would think you would pay more attention to that fact.”

“I do.” I said and brought my wings back down again. “That is why I haven’t tried to fuck your small penis friend.”

Nire sighed. “I am King Llorak, K, and must I always remind you of that fact?” He waved his hand. “I assume that you’ll allow us to enjoy the night in peace?”

“Yes!” I said, jumping up and down in joy. “I have the most magnificent story planned!”

“It better not be another one of your prostitute stories.” Nuin growled as he came up. He was wearing the blue robes with sea green runes, the uniform for the Karma of Water. “I must admit that I tired of them before you even began. Every time we’re together you have to list all the men you did.”

“But, you must admit, they get better as I became a Nomer.” I said and clapped my hands in joy.

Nuin rolled his eyes and looked at the fire that Qui-Gon had started. Nuin sighed. “I would help but my element is water.” He told Qui-Gon. “A sort of ban on fire; makes my blood boil each time.”

“I understand.” Qui-Gon replied and looked at me. “Would you mind lending me a hand with this fire, Erin?”

“I’ll help you with a fire elsewhere.” I said and put on a big grin. Qui-Gon shook his head. “Come on, you know your penis needs to see some action.”

“It might, but there are only so many times you can literally light mine on fire before I tire of it.” He then went back to work at the fire as I walked around. I saw Kwyn come riding on a cloud of dirt. I know he’d call it a cloud of earth but I didn’t care what the fuck he wanted to called it. It was a cloud of dirt to me with maybe some shit in it.

I waved at Kwyn and he sighed. He landed a little distance away from me as though he didn’t want to be near me. I can’t claim the position as most annoying, that would belong to Vorn, but I can claim that people don’t like to be near me. I can’t figure out why. The sun was setting and Qui-Gon had finally gotten the fire to a large blaze. Everyone sat down around it.

“We were told you would have a story.” Kwyn said harshly. “I think any of your stories can boil down to a single sentence.”

I looked at him and his brown robes with grey runes. “Not all my stories are about fucking.” I stood up and protested. “Though those are some of my best.” I paused for a moment. “The point being that I can tell some stories that aren’t solely based around fucking, though it does play a part.” At this a few people gave sighs. “I know that my history has always been kept in the dark and none of you have questioned it. I don’t fucking care why you don’t ask, I don’t like telling it. All my history is not one joke that could be told only once and you would know all about me. That would be one shitty past, more shitty than the one I am about to reveal to you.” I held out both my hands. “Here are the hands that fucked the Dark Lord of the Night and Mizak; here are the hands that helped create Jash; here are the hands that killed millions; and here are the hands that brought healing to all.” I put my hands to my sides.

I heard some hurried footsteps and saw Lorvic running. His white robes with silver runes fluttered behind him. “Sorry I’m late.” He said and bowed to Nire. “I was caught up-Erin! Are you seriously telling a story? Are you sure it’s appropriate for the King?”

“I assured him that this story is important.” Qui-Gon replied. “Karma of Air, you should sit down and listen.”

“No. No. No.” Lorvic said and laughed, waving his arms around wildly. “You remember what happened last time she told a story around me? I started to change uncontrollably because of shock! Do you remember what I did because I couldn’t concentrate?”

“I promise you that I have found it appropriate for Llorak’s ears.” Qui-Gon said. “It will be good for yours too. I promise you won’t end up changing into three people with two having sex and the other one murdering them.”

Lorvic sighed and sat down. He glared at me and I shrugged, feeling it was more important to get on with the story.

I looked up. “I hope that Jash’s spirit will be with me tonight.” I said. “And not only her spirit but also Josh’s and all the ones who helped me become who I am today.”

Author’s Note: I realize that the contents might make you back away from the story. I must warn you that it doesn’t get cleaner; I’m being true to Erin’s character. I will not try and claim it’s because of artistic reasons for her character. The real reason of her character is for me to hang loose. I need some fun and a reason to relax. I don’t write to make friends, I write because that’s what I do. I promise a good storyline and interesting characters but the faint of heart (or young people whose parent’s would be pissed if they saw you reading this) to back away now.

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The Hist War I: Unused Salvation
Prologue: The Campfire

“Fuck!” I yelled at Qui-Gon Jinn and he shook his head.

“That was NOT the right thing to say to the ambassadors.” He said and started to fix the fire. The logs were from the trees by the lake that Oyja, the Karma of Fire, had been confirmed a Tenju. I saw no importance in this since the Tenju were long gone. “The ambassadors deserved more respect from you and you didn’t help King Llorak by your actions.”

“Fuck Nire. I told him not to allow me to become a diplomat, but he seems to have this… insane idea that I would be good at it.” I said and spread my wings. I was partially proud of my silver wings that were outlined in gold. I do not mean the color gold, I mean actually gold! Hell, I could’ve had it real silver also but I didn’t want that. Gold was more impressive to me.

“You would be good at it if you would take the time to think before you act.” He replied and looked up as Nire and Oyja arrived. Qui-Gon quickly stood up and bowed to them. Nire was wearing his usual choice of gold robes with white fur on the edges; Oyja was wearing the Karma of Fire uniform which was red robes with golden runes. “Welcome, Llorak and Oyja.”

“How are the two humans?” I asked mischievously. “Oyja, you’re not thinking of changing gender or species again, are you? I think being in the form of a Hutt would be a huge improvement to your present form.”

“Erin, you realize the only reason you are here is because of Jash.” She said and glared at me. “I would think you would pay more attention to that fact.”

“I do.” I said and brought my wings back down again. “That is why I haven’t tried to fuck your small penis friend.”

Nire sighed. “I am King Llorak, K, and must I always remind you of that fact?” He waved his hand. “I assume that you’ll allow us to enjoy the night in peace?”

“Yes!” I said, jumping up and down in joy. “I have the most magnificent story planned!”

“It better not be another one of your prostitute stories.” Nuin growled as he came up. He was wearing the blue robes with sea green runes, the uniform for the Karma of Water. “I must admit that I tired of them before you even began. Every time we’re together you have to list all the men you did.”

“But, you must admit, they get better as I became a Nomer.” I said and clapped my hands in joy.

Nuin rolled his eyes and looked at the fire that Qui-Gon had started. Nuin sighed. “I would help but my element is water.” He told Qui-Gon. “A sort of ban on fire; makes my blood boil each time.”

“I understand.” Qui-Gon replied and looked at me. “Would you mind lending me a hand with this fire, Erin?”

“I’ll help you with a fire elsewhere.” I said and put on a big grin. Qui-Gon shook his head. “Come on, you know your penis needs to see some action.”

“It might, but there are only so many times you can literally light mine on fire before I tire of it.” He then went back to work at the fire as I walked around. I saw Kwyn come riding on a cloud of dirt. I know he’d call it a cloud of earth but I didn’t care what the fuck he wanted to called it. It was a cloud of dirt to me with maybe some shit in it.

I waved at Kwyn and he sighed. He landed a little distance away from me as though he didn’t want to be near me. I can’t claim the position as most annoying, that would belong to Vorn, but I can claim that people don’t like to be near me. I can’t figure out why. The sun was setting and Qui-Gon had finally gotten the fire to a large blaze. Everyone sat down around it.

“We were told you would have a story.” Kwyn said harshly. “I think any of your stories can boil down to a single sentence.”

I looked at him and his brown robes with grey runes. “Not all my stories are about fucking.” I stood up and protested. “Though those are some of my best.” I paused for a moment. “The point being that I can tell some stories that aren’t solely based around fucking, though it does play a part.” At this a few people gave sighs. “I know that my history has always been kept in the dark and none of you have questioned it. I don’t fucking care why you don’t ask, I don’t like telling it. All my history is not one joke that could be told only once and you would know all about me. That would be one shitty past, more shitty than the one I am about to reveal to you.” I held out both my hands. “Here are the hands that fucked the Dark Lord of the Night and Mizak; here are the hands that helped create Jash; here are the hands that killed millions; and here are the hands that brought healing to all.” I put my hands to my sides.

I heard some hurried footsteps and saw Lorvic running. His white robes with silver runes fluttered behind him. “Sorry I’m late.” He said and bowed to Nire. “I was caught up-Erin! Are you seriously telling a story? Are you sure it’s appropriate for the King?”

“I assured him that this story is important.” Qui-Gon replied. “Karma of Air, you should sit down and listen.”

“No. No. No.” Lorvic said and laughed, waving his arms around wildly. “You remember what happened last time she told a story around me? I started to change uncontrollably because of shock! Do you remember what I did because I couldn’t concentrate?”

“I promise you that I have found it appropriate for Llorak’s ears.” Qui-Gon said. “It will be good for yours too. I promise you won’t end up changing into three people with two having sex and the other one murdering them.”

Lorvic sighed and sat down. He glared at me and I shrugged, feeling it was more important to get on with the story.

I looked up. “I hope that Jash’s spirit will be with me tonight.” I said. “And not only her spirit but also Josh’s and all the ones who helped me become who I am today.”

Author’s Note: I realize that the contents might make you back away from the story. I must warn you that it doesn’t get cleaner; I’m being true to Erin’s character. I will not try and claim it’s because of artistic reasons for her character. The real reason of her character is for me to hang loose. I need some fun and a reason to relax. I don’t write to make friends, I write because that’s what I do. I promise a good storyline and interesting characters but the faint of heart (or young people whose parent’s would be pissed if they saw you reading this) to back away now.