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title: Solace in Memories
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age: 14 years
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age: 15 years
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summary: >
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As Linsan frequently did, she visited the family's ruins after school. The spot gave her peace despite everything they had lost. However, a bully from school, Dukan's daughter Brook, follows after her and they fight. During the brawl, they both manifest their powers: Linsan with music and Brook with concussion powers.
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Linsan always loved the first week of spring. As she walked along the overgrown road, she admired the new buds sprouting on the tree branches and the leaves just pushing up through the thick mat of rotted leaves. The smells of the forest were coming to life, thawed out by the early season.
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She paused to shift her violin case from one shoulder to the other. Her school bag went on the opposite side. The heavy weight of the hard case bore down on her, but it was a comforting company on her long walks through the woods.
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She paused to shift her new violin case from one shoulder to the other. Her school bag went on the opposite side. The heavy weight of the hard case bore down on her, but it was a comforting company on her long walks through the woods.
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When she saw the curve with the three oak trees, some of her good mood faded and her footsteps came to a stop. She looked at the thick forest around her, the way everything was living and bright.
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By the time she reached the curve, the world had changed. Gone were the old growth woods and the rich smells of history. They were replaced by the bright colors of the sun-drenched valley with few plants taller than herself. Where there used to be spruce and maple, it was grasses and wild flowers. They peeked up around the rotting remains of the old workshop, ridges of blacked wood sticking up among the rainbow of petals.
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Linsan stopped and looked at the valley her family called their own. Eight years had erased the memories of what it looked like when she was a little girl. She couldn't remember how the workshop looked anymore, only a few fragments of thoughts that she wasn't sure were real anymore.
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Linsan stopped and looked at the valley her family called their own. Six years had erased the memories of what it looked like when she was a little girl and it was burning. She couldn't remember how the workshop looked anymore, only a few fragments of thoughts that she wasn't sure were real anymore.
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It would be another forty years before the trees were old enough to lumber and see if they had retained the qualities that made her family's instruments special. By then, all the skills that went into crafting violins would also be gone; her father showed no interest in teaching her his craft.
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It would be forty years before the trees were old enough to lumber and see if they had retained the qualities that made her family's instruments special. By then, all the skills that went into crafting violins would also be gone; her father showed no interest in teaching her his craft.
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She started walking again, straight for the ruins of the workshop. Her heart began to beat faster with anticipation. This was her private place, the quiet valley with painful memories.
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Near the opening that used to be the door, she set down her violin case and bag. She popped open her case and took out the violin from the velvet. It wasn't one of her father's but a good-quality one her mother had bought without her father's knowledge.
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Stepping away into the knee-high grasses, she tuned it carefully and began to play. After a winter of playing in secret, she gotten comfortable with the instrument and learned how to play less bawdy songs. Her first song came out strong, it was a ballad about a girl and a boy. She didn't really know the words, but the melody always drew her. It was sad and sweet at the same, an appropriate song for the ruins.
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Stepping away into the knee-high grasses, she tuned it carefully and began to play. It had been a year since the fateful day in the attic. Her mother had given her a new violin as a present and she had played it daily every since. Now, she was comfortable with the instrument and could play simpler songs fluidly.
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Her mother was happy that Linsan finally learned less bawdy songs.
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Linsan stood up and started to play. Her first song came out strong, it was a ballad about a girl and a boy. She didn't really know the words, but the melody always drew her. It was sad and sweet at the same, an appropriate song for the ruins.
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Closing her eyes, she just let the music flow around her. She imagined her father playing, the way he swayed back and forth with the movement of the bow. She followed suit, letting the song and the wind move her body as she ran through the notes.
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Linsan scrambled to her feet.
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Brook gestured at her. "You hit me one more time and you'll spent the rest of your life rotting in some jail. I promise you, if it comes between us, you know the town will listen to my dad over yours."
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Brook flipped her thumb at her. "You hit me one more time and you'll spent the rest of your life rotting in some jail. I promise you, if it comes between us, you know the town will listen to my dad over yours."
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Hesitating, Linsan didn't doubt it was true. No one wanted to talk about her father anymore. They averted their eyes whenever he left the house.
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"Now, excuse me because I have something to burn!"
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Unthinking, Linsan grabbed for her bow. It was light in her hand but somehow it felt like. She wanted to play, in that surreal moment, the urge to bring music forth was stronger than anything she had felt before.
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Unthinking, Linsan grabbed for her bow. It was light in her hand but somehow it felt alive. She wanted to play, in that surreal moment, the urge to bring music forth was stronger than anything she had felt before.
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Brook stepped back. "What are you doing?"
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title: Bitter Partings
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teaser: >
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Bruised and aching from her fight, the last thing Linsan wanted to do was meet up was Brook and her father, but they were waiting by the time she limped home.
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age: 14 years
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age: 15 years
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summary: >
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Linsan comes limping home after her fight with Brook. Her parents are surprised she is there, but then Dukan and Brook show up. Dukan has his daughter apologizes and then offers to send money to the Sterlig's. Linsan's father tries to refuse it, but Dukan phrases it as helping Linsan and they accept.
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