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TBFTS Chapter 4: Apollo's Place
A queer feeling jerked him, and he stopped, staring at the front door which slowly opened outwards. There stood a man dressed all in black, from his shiny shoes to his broad brimmed hat, without moving or saying a word, just smiling and looking back at his new visitor. The more he looked at him, the more Arlo felt like he had seen this man before, though he had no idea when or where. The silence went on until the raven cawed, then the man gestured Arlo to come closer. When the boy still didn’t move, he just smiled a smile that promised friendship and protection, nodded and went inside, leaving the door open. Still unsure what to do, Arlo took a careful step towards the house. When nothing happened, he took one more, and one more, until he stepped inside, and before he could change his mind the door closed softly shut behind him. He stood in a bright hallway with panelled walls, a tiled stone floor softened by what looked like a homemade rug, and a wooden staircase turning gently
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TBFTS Chapter 5: Rosie and Olivia
When he went down for breakfast the next day he found himself sneaking around the corners, as if he was afraid of something. Then he froze completely as he heard the girls laughing in the dining room and realized it was a someone. He peeped nervously around the corner and exhaled relieved, it was just the twins and little Erica. When the twins noticed him they stopped laughing and smiled at him, while Erica greeted him with a somewhat more heartily “Hi Arlo!” and an enthusiastic double wave. He grinned and waved at all three of them before sitting down beside them. For a while he just sat listening to their conversation, but then he heard footsteps in the stairs and quickly asked Erica where Bonnie was, hoping to start a conversation.
“Oh, Amy had her tonight. We take turns”.
«Sleeping in, is she?»
«No», she giggled. «She’s trying to make her wear a dress”.
One of the twins, he thought it was Rosie, laughed and shook her head
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A Deadly Place
Capo 3
Em                      G
There’s a corpse in the street
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With bloody clothes and no feet
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The little girl takes a look
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And skips along on her way to school
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Ref. In El Salvador you learn to stomach threats
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In El Salvador you learn to live with death x2
An ambulance stands still
There’s no lack for will or skill
But even those whose job it is
To save lives will try to stay unharmed
Ref.
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A sho
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The New Recruit - Zootopia Fanfiction
Judy laughed. “are you serious?”
Nick chose not to answer. Instead, he simply shrugged with false modesty and smiled that sly smile of his. “You caught Oinkson, the thief, by stealing from him?”
Peter Oinkson was a shop keeper who soon realised there was more money to earn by taking them from others, and her and Nick had been at his heels for a week. Acutally, it was quite ironic that they were assigned this case, as she once had stopped another thief who had stolen from this very same man’s shop.
“Well, it was the only way to get him to show that big snout of his. Besides, is stealing from a thief really stealing?”
Judy gave him a reproving smirk and got a teasing grin back. Nick had always been a little loose on the rules, but after three years the two of them were still the team most appraised in the city, and she was very aware that she owed at least half of that success to her partner. Now he had taken use of the one day she was out of tow
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TBFTS Chapter 3: Slow walk
“Oh come on, I need to rest!”
He had been walking forever, and worst of all, the last three hours they had been walking next to a beautiful, calm river. Arlo wanted nothing more than to take a swim, but the stupid bird refused him to stop. Then the river suddenly took a turn and disappeared into the forest. That was too much. Arlo stopped and ignored the bird’s cawing while he started taking his clothes off. The raven pecked at his hands to get him to follow him, but Arlo simply waved it away. No one could stop him from taking a swim now. He let himself fall under the surface and stayed under as long as his lungs would let him. Under there everything was peaceful and all disturbing thoughts went away. When he got up he sat in the water until he had gotten his breath back and then dived forward and swam as fast and deep as he could, not heading to the surface before he really had to catch his breath. No sooner did he break the surface than the raven was on him again, c
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Meta-Destiel - Supernatural Fanfiction
«Oh, shut up Sam», Dean said annoyed as he opened the door to the bunker. Sam came in behind him, chuckling.
“I’m just saying! They have read everything Chuck ever published, surely they must know what they’re talking about!”.
Dean sent him a killing look and got himself a beer from the fridge, determined to put an end to the conversation. Sam sat down opposite him and smiled with a distant look on his face.
“What?” Dean couldn’t resist asking. Better to interrupt the thinking, it couldn’t be good. Sam smirked. “Just trying to figure out when… hold on”.
He got up and returned moments later with his laptop, typing as he walked. As he sat down he pressed enter and almost lost it as he burst out laughing.
“What?!” Dean repeated, almost angry now.
Sam couldn’t answer, he was laughing so hard, so he just turned the laptop around so Dean could see. Now Dean really did get angry. Not to mention red.
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TBFTS Chapter 2: A Burden from a Long Lost Friend
Still playing his guitar and singing, the man sat by the fire and watched Arlo as he walked away, his eyes as focused and bright as ever, untouched by the drinking. Soon the little family disappeared from his view, and he looked around on the others still lingering by the fire. Everyone was either drunken or sleepy or both, and some had even laid down to sleep on the grass in the chilly summer night. In other words, no one argued when he put a sudden stop to his music. For most, it even seemed like a reminder that the party was over, because they stopped mid-movement, gathered their things and went home. Quietly, without paying these other people any further notice, the man put out the remaining cinders with water from the sea, picked up the empty beer cans and threw them in the trash bin, put his guitar down in its case, straightened his hat, and started up the hill. As he reached the house, everything was quiet and dark inside, and so he opened the front door, went up the staircase,
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TBFTS Chapter 1: The Morning Sings
Arlo sat on his bed and looked out the window. No one had woken yet, but he was always awake before everyone else. Even the little ones. Out there he could see the midnight sun transform into a morning sun, going up instead of down after having barely taken a dip in the sea and exploding the sky and the clouds in a thousand morning colours. The colours made the sea into a living painting, glittering and moving while keeping all its secrets for itself beneath the blinding surface. Arlo loved the way the sea moved in the morning. It felt like it was calling him somehow, like it would spill its secrets for him, and him alone. He shuddered and moved his gaze to the beach in the bay, where everything had been made ready for tonight. For his night. He grinned and jumped out of bed, not putting on anything more than a pair of shorts. He ran downstairs as silently as he could, but he forgot to be careful when he shut the door behind him on his way out in the garden, and it slammed higher than
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The Boy from the Sea - Prologue
The midnight sun gave the sea a golden colour as the Every family walked along the shore. Two brothers, the youngest, ran back and forth searching for pretty rocks and seashells. Their white blonde hair captured the sunrays, giving the illusion of halos, making their mother smile crooked. Those two were good friends, but like all brothers, they could not always agree.  
«Alfled, that mine!» His big brother thought otherwise and put the shimmering green stone in his pocket with a determined and spiteful look.
«No, I found it! Find your own!». And with that, he ran off across the beach, with his crying baby brother at his heels. But to baby brother’s surprise Alfred suddenly stopped, one hand still in his pocket, but with his attention fixed on something completely different. Strange.
«Arman, look!», he said, and pointed, their fight forgotten. Arman was still angry with his brother, so at first he refused to do as he was told, but Alfred just rep
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The Deepest Deep
The eyes. His blue, blue eyes. They were all she could think about. She sank steadily, inexorably, towards the bottom of the ocean, still all she could think about were the blue eyes. Blue like the ocean she realised and smiled, recognising full well the irony of it all. How that which kept her alive, looked so much like the very thing which slowly and mercilessly drained the life from her. Not that it was going to keep her alive forever, but at the moment that didn’t bother her. At the moment both the sea and the eyes were beautiful, so beautiful.
She was surrounded by teeming life all around, they were all busy with themselves, no one gave her any heed. Not the first meters when she struggled relentlessly to survive, to make it to the surface. Nor when she beaten stopped fighting and let herself sink. Now that she truly had given up, she watched everyone around her and wondered why no one had done anything, was she really worth that little? But the world down here was so beauti
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Lavender's war (HP fan fiction)
Lavender stood completely still as she watched the shield over the school being smashed to pieces by Voldemort and the death eaters. She stood in a hallway outside and looked out a window, too scared to go outside, too curious to run and hide. Outside she saw Neville Longbottom running over the bridge followed by the huge army of snatchers. It felt like her heart was in her throat as she looked at him run from the mob, and she gave a little scream when he fell as the bridge disappeared beneath him. Then she ran. She didn’t want to see the girls and boys waiting for him, among then Ginny, grief over the lost hero Neville had been. She ran down the stairs to the great hall when she saw a bunch of death eaters coming her way. Lavender choked a new scream and hurried in the nearest door to hide. She felt like a coward as she sat down on the floor and wept. An hour or so later she got to her feet and sneaked out of the little room she had been hiding in. The place was a complete chaos
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Tribune chat (HP fan fiction)
Kathrine couldn’t believe it when she heard what the first task was, they were to fight dragons? How could Dumbledore let this happen? How could he let the first task be about hurting innocent dragons? She shook it off and hurried towards the arena where all of her Hufflepuff friends were waiting for her. She saw them as soon as she got there, sitting on the row right between where Draco Malfoy sat. She smiled, because she knew they had done this for her. She had a crush on him because he looked so dreamy and tough, as in one of the fairytales she loved so much. Now she could look at him through it all instead of the battles! She sat down, smiled knowingly to her friends and began the staring while she started to daydream of the day he would notice her. One of her friends suddenly laughed, so Kathrine turned to her and gave her questioning look. There was still some time till the task would begin. “Be careful”, her friend whispered “Or he’ll turn his head&
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The last Goodbye (HP fan fiction)
It was seven days after the battle of Hogwarts. Harry and all the others had used those days helping to rebuild Hogwarts. Now the last brick had been put where it belonged and the castle looked as it had always done. Almost. At every spot where someone had died, close friends of that person had cast a spell, the youngest with help, to create a memory of the dead person. A floating stone in whatever form wanted with the person’s name, age, and a little inscription from every spell-maker on it. These stones would never fall down, because the ones making the spells were so close to the deceased that every good feeling the spell-maker had for the dead person would make it float above the ground forever. In addition to this, the headmistress herself had made her own contribute to every fallen, a magically conjured hologram with the dead persons smiling and, of course, moving and talking face. Harry hadn’t made one spell. He didn’t think it would be right, as he was the one
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Poem - One of Many
One of Many
A table one of many
on any day like another
difference is company
you at my elbow’s space
I could touch you if I tried
you in the center of my mind
the universe found the place
conclusion to the tapestry
the last thread now cinched
distraction is all I see
in the curve of nose, line of neck
God’s touch without flaw
I think I’ve lost my voice
yet I speak in normal tones
this is the spell I embrace
the table is one of many
you are one of a kind
companion in the count of time.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160816.
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Evening Sky
Wind graces their presence
In the dusk of eve.
Gazing into the night sky
Like they themselves were
Irises, Blue.
Could ever there have been
A more stunning moment
In the timeline of my life,
I would name it
After you.
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These Are the Days
These are the days...
It's not that life's so short
it's that you're dead for so long
The time you think you can afford
you'll find out that you're dead wrong
The world remains in motion
even when you're standing still
So be careful of the notion
that you've got time to kill
These are the days
The future still looms, the past always lingers
Don't let the present slip thru your fingers
or get tangled in delays
But always be living in the moment
No regrets, another chance you won't get
to come back to these ways
Some seeds you sow take years to grow
and some outcomes you may never know
These are the days
These are the days...
And it's so easy to lose track
both in leisure and in haste
But you'll never get it back
so don't let it go to waste
Don't just wait your life away
Time passes faster than it seems
Don't wait until you're old & grey
to start living your dreams
These are the days
The future still looms, the past always lingers
Don't let the present slip thru your fingers
or get t
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Poem - Albatross
Albatross
Poet tell me, how did you know
the heaviness that lurks below?
The reservoir of deep feeling
below the place that most can see
common ground has been found
shown in words spilled on page
with echoes of humanity
confirming a shared albatross.
Perhaps you speak for the muse
with conditions not your own
I don’t know if this is the case
as the words have the same weight
I feel as if the curtain’s pulled
from the window to my soul
this I guarded with too much strength
behind thick boards bound with steel.
A kindred soul is recognized
across the span of written words
around another neck I see
the fated bird of life’s curse
now I compare like for like
though you could not know
my inner heart and head combined
the secret shames of all my years.
Sadness is found in the script
I wish that you could not say
mirrored thoughts on the page
revealing you have these aches
this does not ease my regret
at what I’ve done and what I’ve felt
even so the pain relents
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Who am I?
Who am I?
You knew me once
I used to live here
As your friend
Who am I?
I know no one
I have lived everywhere
Please make it end
Will I ever find home?
A place to belong?
Your guess is as good as mine
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Why Bother?
Why bother
Why bother complaining when nobody listens?
Why bother speaking when nobody cares?
Who's there to help you when we're all too busy?
Why bother speaking when nobody hears?
Why bother trying when no one can help you?
Why bother advising when nothing will change?
We live in a world of lethargy and apathy.
We live in a world where the quiet are the key
The key to keeping the status quo
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One Half Gone (HP fan fiction)
George didn’t know what to do. One big part of him just wanted to lie there beside his brother, cold and still. He wanted to go and throw himself in front of a curse, preferably the one with green light. Because what was left now? His other half was dead, he felt like nothing good was left in the world. His eyes were blank and blurry with tears as he stood without moving, looking down at what was supposed to be a person. And not just a person. His person. They were supposed to live through this war together, they were supposed to run Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and have fun! Now… What was the point of doing anything now? George didn’t want to look at the white stiff body lying there anymore, but he couldn’t manage to get away either. No way would anyone take his brother away from him again, without him being able to say goodbye. Not one more time. Why had he left his side? It was unforgivable, he should not have done it. If they had been together, both of the
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The Boy from the Sea (TBFTS) - Prologue
The midnight sun gave the sea a golden colour as the Every family walked along the shore. Two brothers, the youngest, ran back and forth searching for pretty rocks and seashells. Their white blonde hair captured the sunrays, giving the illusion of halos, making their mother smile crooked. Those two were good friends, but like all brothers, they could not always agree.  
«Alfled, that mine!» His big brother thought otherwise and put the shimmering green stone in his pocket with a determined and spiteful look.
«No, I found it! Find your own!». And with that, he ran off across the beach, with his crying baby brother at his heels. But to baby brother’s surprise Alfred suddenly stopped, one hand still in his pocket, but with his attention fixed on something completely different. Strange.
«Arman, look!», he said, and pointed, their fight forgotten. Arman was still angry with his brother, so at first he refused to do as he was told, but Alfred just rep
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Blocked
I hate this state
Of copy and paste
Of highlight and erase
Inspiration gained from 
A source to be veered from
I don't share all my proses
Because some could turn art
Into a war zone
Of who did it first
It keeps me up at night
The light 
That shines so bright
In my head
I'd rather be dead
Than ever have to deal with
My writers block
Again
I hate this state
Of being late
It makes me berate
The very ones who are telling me
That my apology
Is already too belated
It keeps me up at night
The way I always fight
To make it on time
I keep trying to make it right
I try with all my might
But it's too late to say
I'm sorry
I hate this state
Of constant debate
It's almost like 
We're trying to rate
Each other
On how miserable 
We can make the other
It keeps me up at night
The way our strife
Has halted my ability to write
I would say I'm sorry
But it's already to late
And the light will never 
Go off
Anyway
-Dee
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Northern Lights
There is nothing like the magic of the Northern Lights. My face is drowned in the green hues of the night sky. Skin prickles, but not for lack of warmth. No, tonight I get goosebumps from the most natural magic of all. 
Nature sits all around this man-made cottage and man-made shed. She does not care that her children have been molested for man-kind's benefit, for she is above such emotionally charged responses. Instead she mourns the death of the trees while celebrating the birth of a home. 
If I had known what enlightenment truly was, all those years ago, then I never would have become a monk. I never would have retreated to the monastery and taken a vow of silence. If I had truly known where my destiny lay, everything would have been different. Above me the sky understands, and if I squint I can see where she touches Atlas's shoulders. The muscles on his shoulders bulge as he struggles to keep the sky in her place, and with each tremor of his aching arms I watch the Northe
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A queer feeling jerked him, and he stopped, staring at the front door which slowly opened outwards. There stood a man dressed all in black, from his shiny shoes to his broad brimmed hat, without moving or saying a word, just smiling and looking back at his new visitor. The more he looked at him, the more Arlo felt like he had seen this man before, though he had no idea when or where. The silence went on until the raven cawed, then the man gestured Arlo to come closer. When the boy still didn’t move, he just smiled a smile that promised friendship and protection, nodded and went inside, leaving the door open. Still unsure what to do, Arlo took a careful step towards the house. When nothing happened, he took one more, and one more, until he stepped inside, and before he could change his mind the door closed softly shut behind him. He stood in a bright hallway with panelled walls, a tiled stone floor softened by what looked like a homemade rug, and a wooden staircase turning gently upwards to the next floor along the opposite wall. At the foot of this staircase, one door at each side led to other rooms, the one to the left closed, the one to the right left open. Arlo had a feeling that that was the door he should go for, so he kicked off his shoes and took short, slow steps towards it. Peeking around the corner, he could see the man sitting in an armchair, stroking the raven which had settled down on a perch right next to him. Curious, but still unsure about what to make of the situation, Arlo took two steps over the door sill, then two more. All the while the man sat silent, his focus exclusively set on the bird. A silence lay over the room, only disturbed by the ruffling of feathers and talons moving from left to right, from right to left on the perch. Then Arlo couldn’t take it anymore:
“Hello?”, he said, and the man’s hand stopped stroking the bird, and his eyes finally sought Arlo’s.
“Hello”. His voice was low, soft, comforting, and familiar, making Arlo relax, without even knowing why. He was about to ask the man who he was, what sort of place this was, and why the raven had led him here, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard a ruckus coming down the stairs. The next moment a ginger haired girl around ten, holding a black and ginger tabby cat, ran in the door crying “Apollo!”. However, whatever she was about to say, she clearly forgot, because now she stopped abruptly and stared up at Arlo. “Who are you?”, she asked finally. But again Arlo only got as far as to open his mouth.
“This is Arlo”, Apollo said, amused. Shocked, Arlo turned to him again.
“You know my name?”. When the only answer he got was a smirk, Arlo got the feeling that this was obvious, like he should have known. Feeling stupid, he looked down at the cat instead. But the cat was currently watching something else, namely the raven, and the raven reciprocated the look. Suddenly the cat wriggled free from the girl’s grasp and leaped towards what was now reduced to a screeching mass of black feathers, desperately and angrily spiralling up in the air. Its tail wagging and its eyes fixed on the bird, the cat merely sat down by the perch with a patient look on its face.
“Bonnie!”, the girl called strictly, but the cat didn’t seem to hear her. Arlo turned his focus back on the girl.
“What’s your name, then?”, he asked.
“Erica”, was the answer. “And that’s Bonnie”. She pointed at her furry friend, who now had laid down with paws stretched out and eyes closed, all the while being eyed suspiciously by the raven. Apollo now seemed to remember that Erica had come looking for him.
“You wanted to see me, Erica?”. Suddenly the girl seemed shy. With a sideways glance at Arlo, she motioned for Apollo to come closer, upon which he bent down, and Erica whispered something in his ear. His answer was just a solemn nod, before he turned to Arlo.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to attend to something”, he smiled apologetically. “Please make yourself comfortable while I’m gone”. Then Erica and Apollo went up the stairs, and Arlo was left to wonder what he should do. Finally, he sat down in the armchair, which proved to be as comfortable as it had looked. Exhausted from the last days’ journey, he soon drifted off to sleep.

Slowly returning to the conscious world, but still half inside his dreams, Arlo found himself in a sort of limbo, not being able to remember where he was, why he was there or who he had met that same day. Therefore, when he found himself lying in a strange bed in a strange, however pleasant and homey room, he didn’t know what to think or how to react, and he lied very still just gazing around the room, trying to regain his memory. Only a few seconds later he remembered. Quickly, he got up and dressed, before he went through a long hallway, past many rooms which he guessed were other bedrooms, down the stairs, and into the same living room where he had been earlier that day. The room was empty and silent. One look out the window told him that he had slept over the daylight, as the evening sun now shone into the room. Then, a door opened to his left, and Apollo strode out and smiled at Arlo.
“Hello Arlo, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you”
“Good. I’m headed for the dining room; dinner is being served. Will you join me? You must be hungry”
“I am”, Arlo smiled, thankful. Apollo nodded and gestured for the boy to follow him.
Out in the hallway again, Apollo stopped in front of the other door, looked at Arlo for a second, then opened up into a large room, furnished with five long tables. Each of them was decorated with a festive white table cloth, four small flower pots with colourful flower bouquets and three long candles that were the only sources of light in the room. Of these five tables there were two on each side of the fifth that pointed in the opposite direction than the rest and towards the door, where Arlo stood looking at it with hungry eyes and a growling stomach. Because on that table were half a dozen metal containers, containing something that gave off a delicious smell. Ten identical chairs surrounded each of the other four tables, and on eight of those forty, all around the same table, children of different ages sat speaking and laughing. Two of them looked scarily similar. They all looked up as the two of them came into the room, waiting patiently for Apollo to speak. He wasted no time: he gestured over the table with both arms and said:
“Please, eat”. And just like that, all the children walked, or ran, to stand in front of Apollo and Arlo, starting at the close end of the table and working their way down. They grabbed trays from a rack, then they put plates and cutlery on it, before they started filling up their plates with what was in each of the containers. Finally, they got to the far end of the table, where they got themselves glasses and filled them with water from a dispenser. Then they sat back down around their own table again. Now Apollo gestured for Arlo to help himself. Gladly, he did as he was requested, moving half as fast as the other children, just to look at the food in each container for a few seconds before he took any of it. In the first container was potatoes, in the second a mixture of fried vegetables, in the third salad, in the fourth steak, and in the last was some kind of spicy sauce. It all looked even more delicious than it had smelled, and when he sat down by the table next to where the children sat and tried the food, it tasted better still. Just as he was about to take another bite, someone tugged on his sleeve. Looking behind him, he saw that Erica looked up at him with big eyes.
“Don’t you wanna sit with us?”
“Sure I do”. Now she smiled happily.
«Come on then! You can sit next to Lucy!». Arlo picked up his plate and glass and headed over to the other table with Erica. A slender, blonde girl at his age smiled at him and patted on the chair next to her. He smiled back and sat down, and again he put the fork to his lips, and again he was interrupted.
“How do you like it here?”, Lucy asked.
“Not sure yet”
“How long are you staying?”
“Not long», he answered, a bit too sharp. He was getting annoyed, and hungrier by the second.
“Oh”. Lucy didn’t say more than that, she just went back to eating. Apollo, who had seated himself next to Arlo, smiled reassuringly at the girl, something Arlo pretended not to notice. Just like he pretended not to notice the curious looks the couple of what had to be twins gave him.

When everyone had finished eating, all the other children went in to the living room, and Apollo signalled for Arlo to follow him into the room he had gotten out of before dinner. The room looked like a study, with book cases, a writing desk pointed inwards, an office chair, two armchairs, and another perch for the raven. There was even a guitar hanging on the wall by the window. Apollo went to the other side of the writing desk and sat down in the office chair, before nodding towards the armchairs.
“Please, sit down”. And when Arlo had done so, he continued, “I know you must be wondering why you’re here”.
“It has crossed my mind, yes. I feel like I’ve seen you before, but I can’t remember when”. Apollo smiled.
“You have seen me many times Arlo, ever since you came to the Everys. I have been watching over you”.
“Oh. Well, that’s not creepy at all”. A cheerful laughter came from the mysterious man, but Arlo didn’t smile. He had just realized something. “You gave me the nightmare, didn’t you?”. Now Apollo grew silent and solemn, looking gravely at the boy sitting in front of him. Finally, he nodded.
“I had to make you remember».
«As if I ever forgot».
«I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, but it seems to me that you got my message. You’re here”.
“Yes, but why? What can I do? I’m human now, and even if I could change back I have no idea how to undo what they did!”.
“I’m not asking you to undo anything, and I will help you in every way I can, but you have to help your people. No one else can”. The room grew silent. Arlo was studying his hands, trying to remember what it felt like to have swimming skin between his fingers and shooting through the water in top speed. It was so long ago. And then everything went wrong. He could feel tears landing on his hands, and angrily he raised them and wiped his eyes. Apollo looked at him like he knew exactly what was going through his head.
“Arlo…”, he began, but was interrupted abruptly.
“When will we start then?”
“Not today. And not tomorrow”.
“But you…”.
“I know, but no good will come of you heading out now. You need rest, and to know where you’re going and what to do”.
“Then tell me!”, Arlo suddenly shouted as he raised from his seat. He had lost his patience. But Apollo simply leaned back in his chair, looked up at him and smiled a sad smile. They remained like that for several seconds, while Arlo tried to regain control of his feelings, and then he sat back down. At once, Apollo started talking, like nothing had happened.
“Tonight you must relax and try not to think about the way ahead, and we will do our best to make you feel welcome. Tomorrow you and I will talk again, and I will tell you everything you need to know. Can we agree on that?”. Arlo wanted to say no. He wanted to talk now, he didn’t want to talk to the other children, and he did not want to stay here a whole day more, but he couldn’t see what other choice he had. Finally, he nodded and said meekly:
“Agreed”.
“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some important business to attend to”. Arlo got up of his chair, opened the door and stepped out into the living room. As he closed the door behind him, he got a glimpse of Apollo rising and getting his guitar down from the wall.

Five pairs of eyes looked at him as he got out in the living room. Seven if you counted the cat and the raven. Slightly unsure as to whether he should say or do anything, Arlo stopped and looked back at all of them in turn. In the end, he just sat down in the armchair and started stroking the raven’s feathers, until Erica’s spoke.
“He likes you”. He looked up at the girl, then back to the raven, and back again.
“He does?”.
“Yeah, almost no one gets to touch him. Except Apollo”.
“I guess I’m just lucky”. She smiled.
“Or you’re just easy to like”, Lucy interjected from the other end of the couch. Arlo looked at her piercing eyes and shy smile, puzzled. He couldn’t come up with an answer for her, so the two of them just stared awkwardly at each other until she looked down, and he turned his concentration back to the raven.
“Does he have a name?”, he asked everyone and no one.
“His name is Storm”, came a voice from right behind him, which made Arlo jump in his chair, and he looked up in Apollo’s smiling face. How had the man managed to open and close the door and walk up that close to him, all without making a sound? The others hadn’t even batted an eye or looked in the man’s direction. In his head, Arlo got an image of Apollo sneaking up behind him, putting a finger to his lips to tell the other children to pretend like nothing was happening. This thought made him look more closely at their faces, and he thought he could see a little smile on their lips, like they tried not to laugh. Silently contemplating this, he turned back to Apollo.
“Oh. Nice name”.
“Isn’t it?”. Apollo looked lovingly at the raven and met its eyes. They remained like that for several seconds, Storm bobbing his head a few times as if they were in the middle of a deep conversation, before Apollo broke it off and asked Arlo:
“Would you mind moving over to the couch? I am very fond of that chair”.  
“Sure”. He got to his feet and sat down in the couch where Erica, Lucy, and another girl at seven or eight sat. The twin sisters he had noticed earlier sat in a smaller couch turned halfway away from this one, while the remaining two children, two little boys from what Arlo could remember, had seemingly gone to bed. Apollo had now seated himself in the chair with the guitar Arlo had seen in his study. The others had fallen silent, looking expectantly at it and him. Soon, soft tones dribbled out of the guitar, and Apollo started to sing. Arlo knew he had heard this man sing before, even quite recently, and he thought he knew when. However, the soft, yet powerful voice drew him back to the now, and he listened to the song. It was a strange song, filled with incomprehensible metaphors and places he had never heard of, and yet it was cheerful and made him want to hear more. When finished, Apollo received the other children’s applause with a small grin and a nod. Arlo couldn’t make himself applaud, it felt strange somehow. Now Apollo looked questioningly at Erica and the other little girl.
“Erica, Amy, if you would?”. The two girls blushed, but hopped down off the couch. While Erica placed herself right next to Apollo, Amy opened a low cabinet, pulled out an instrument case and opened it to reveal a violin. By the time she came over to the two waiting for her, she had started checking if it was properly tuned. She got a little help from Apollo, who gave her a few notes from his guitar. Soon, she nodded and put the violin to her shoulder. Apollo started playing with Erica’s eyes fixed on him, until he gave her a look, and then she started singing. She had an untrained, childish voice, and she haltered on the words here and there, yet it sounded sweet and dreamy, like she really believed what she was singing. After a while, Amy joined in with her violin. No complicated melodies, and she closed her eyes in concentration, but she too had obvious talent. As Apollo played the song to a finish, the girls looked both shy, excited, happy, and scared all at once. This time Arlo joined the applause.
“Well, girls, take a bow”, Apollo said cheerfully, and they took each other’s hands and bowed deeply, before running back to the couch.
“Lucy?”, Apollo started in a welcoming voice, but she shook her head. However, Arlo could see an instant regret in her eyes, and clearly Apollo could too, because he tried again:
“Are you sure? We are all your friends here”. Slowly, Lucy nodded and started to rise, but before getting up, she gave Arlo a nervous look. He tried to smile encouragingly, but he wasn’t sure how it turned out. Still, she suddenly seemed more confident, and she strode over to Apollo. When he asked her which song she wanted to sing, she answered at once, and after a hasty look at Arlo, she nodded to Apollo. He started playing and singing, and she answered him in a high voice that was not beautiful, but strong, soft, and pleasant. It was a love duo, and although it was strange for those two to sing a song like that, it didn’t really matter. Their voices fitted well together, and anyway, she seemed to look more at Arlo than Apollo, singing the words with an automated security. Her looks made Arlo feel uncomfortable, but he was not about to let it show. He smiled back at her, listened to her song, and applauded politely when it was done. She curtsied and smiled brightly, then sat down, a little closer to him than he would like.
“Now”, said Apollo, “I think it’s time for the two of you to go to bed”. The last part was aimed at Erica and Amy, and they sighed in protest, but didn’t come with any objections. After getting a hug from every other person in the room, they looked questioningly at Arlo. He shrugged and motioned for them to hug him, and they did so with a happy grin. Slowly, they moved out of the living room, then Arlo could hear them whispering and giggling out in the hall and up the stairs, until their voices faded away. The room was silent for a while, and once again Arlo felt all eyes on him. Then Apollo moved his gaze to the twins and said,
“Why don’t you introduce yourselves?”. They looked down, suddenly shy, but exchanged looks quickly and smiled at him, trying to appear confident.
“I’m Rosie”, the twin closest to him said, and as she pointed at her sister, the other one said,
“And I’m Olivia”.
“Arlo”. The three nodded at each other. And that night, Arlo felt at peace again, able to forget his worries for at least a few hours, talking with the three girls and the man out there in the woods. This place, these people, all of this, was still a mystery to him, but he had no intention of prying in any back stories right now, and apparently they had the same thought. The night went by with casual small talk, occasional childhood stories and some additional music. Apollo rarely said anything at all, mostly he just sat observing the children sitting in his living room, smiling a little smile to himself, from time to time putting in a word or two where he saw fit.

In the end, he reminded them that it was getting late, and still talking, although in hushed voices, they moved up the stairs and to their respective bedrooms. Rosie and Olivia lived quite near the stair case, and after they’d said good night and locked their doors, Lucy walked on with Arlo. Stopping outside his room and grabbing the door knob, Arlo tried to say good night, but just as the words started slipping out of his mouth, she blocked the sound by kissing him. Shocked, Arlo just stood there for a second, before he forcibly shoved her away. The two of them stood in complete silence, staring at each other, Lucy shameful, Arlo confused. Then, without a word, she turned around and started walking to her room, trying to appear calm. He opened his door and got inside in a hurry, almost slamming it shut behind him and leaning against it while trying to comprehend what had just happened.
When he went down for breakfast the next day he found himself sneaking around the corners, as if he was afraid of something. Then he froze completely as he heard the girls laughing in the dining room and realized it was a someone. He peeped nervously around the corner and exhaled relieved, it was just the twins and little Erica. When the twins noticed him they stopped laughing and smiled at him, while Erica greeted him with a somewhat more heartily “Hi Arlo!” and an enthusiastic double wave. He grinned and waved at all three of them before sitting down beside them. For a while he just sat listening to their conversation, but then he heard footsteps in the stairs and quickly asked Erica where Bonnie was, hoping to start a conversation.
“Oh, Amy had her tonight. We take turns”.
«Sleeping in, is she?»
«No», she giggled. «She’s trying to make her wear a dress”.
One of the twins, he thought it was Rosie, laughed and shook her head.
“Again? I think she’s made it clear she doesn’t like it very much”.  
Arlo laughed. Probably a bit too loud too, but it was hard acting natural when he noticed Lucy coming in. He knew he couldn’t ignore her until he left, but he could certainly try. Luckily for him, it seemed she was just as intent as him on not talking. She stared demonstratively another way and sat down on the other side of Erica. Once seated she stared at her hands for a few minutes before asking the one he thought was Olivia in a very impatient tone:
“No food yet? I’m starving”, followed by a nervous laughter.
“Me too! But I’m sure it’s done soon, they’ve been at it for an hour”.
It’s amazing how well five people can keep a conversation going even though two of them won’t even look at each other. Arlo tried his best to cover it up by being really eager about what the others were saying, but he felt it must be obvious that he left it to them to answer Lucy. Then Olivia asked him how long he was going to stay, and suddenly all of them, Lucy included, were looking straight at him. Arlo tried frantically to figure out what to say, but was saved by Bonnie’s dramatic entrance. She stumbled in the door half way wearing a black-and-white dress that was probably meant for a doll. While one leg was successfully treaded through its respective sleeve, the other was still inside the dress. The poor cat stumbled forward while she tried frantically to get her leg free, but all she managed to do was getting herself more entangled.
“No, Bonnie, no! You’re ruining it!”
Amy hurried in after her. She looked frustrated and stern, but as soon as she saw Bonnie’s predicament, the sternness turned to guilt and concern.
“Careful, Bonnie!”
In a heartbeat both Erica and the twins were on their feet to help Amy catch her, while Lucy started laughing. That annoyed Arlo. It was obvious that she overcompensated because she felt awkward, but still. Rosie was busy crawling under a table, but Olivia turned and looked at Lucy disbelieving. When Lucy didn’t take the hint, Olivia shook her head and ran over to the others. There Rosie already had Bonnie in a firm grip.
“No, no, take it off. She’s been scarred enough for one day I think”, she said with a small, reassuring laugh when Amy tried to get the entangled leg through the other sleeve. Amy looked at her for a couple of seconds, then smiled and nodded. Then the food came out, so they hurried finishing to untangle Bonnie and let her run away.

The rest of the day Arlo and Lucy kept avoiding each other, both directing their attention towards the other residents. After breakfast, Lucy and Apollo had taken the boys outside. Arlo then asked the twins if they wanted to play monopoly. They spent a good three hours on it, as none of them were willing to give up easily. Just as Arlo had the worst luck in the world and had to pay almost all he had, dinner was served.
“Does that mean it’s a draw?”, he asked innocently, knowing very well he was going to lose next time he had to pay rent.
“You wish!”, Rosie said, “let’s play a little while longer, you won’t last much longer anyway”.
Obviously, Lucy chose that exact moment to come into the room. Passing them, she smiled mockingly. Then she continued to the dining room while saying over her shoulder,
“Don’t you guys want dinner? It’s not fish.”
“In a minute”, they said together before looking at each other and laughing.
Arlo laughed too, he didn’t know twins really did that. They played for three more rounds before Arlo suffered a crushing defeat. As they were all really hungry by then, the twins decided Rosie won, she had twice as much money after all.

After dinner, when Arlo was on his way up to his room to get some rest from socializing, Apollo asked him to join him in his study. He seemed kind off rushed, so Arlo hurriedly obeyed. He didn’t even get to sit down before Apollo started talking.
“I have noticed you’re beginning to settle down here, but I’m afraid you will have to leave us now. We are not the ones who need your help, and there’s no time to lose.”
Arlo looked down at his hands. He knew Apollo was right, otherwise there would have been no point in leaving home, but he had enjoyed his time here, where no one knew how different he really was.
“You will have Storm as companion”, Apollo continued while turning to look out the window, “he knows the way, and if you find yourself in need of help, you can just send him home and I’ll come at once”.
Now Arlo looked up at him.
“But I still don’t get how I’m supposed to help anyone”.
Apollo turned back and smiled sadly at him.
“To figure that out you will first have to find them and ask them, won’t you?”.
Arlo nodded solemnly.
“Should I go right now?”, he asked, trying his best to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach.
“No, it’s soon dark. You will spend the rest of the day packing and preparing, and then leave tomorrow morning. I’ll see that you get plenty of light travel food from the kitchen”.
Arlo nodded again, and, after looking at Apollo for a few seconds to be sure he didn’t have anything else to say, got up and headed for the door.
“And Arlo”, Apollo said just as Arlo was about to step out of the room, “you should probably talk to Lucy before you leave”. ‘
Arlo blushed, but replied silently, “su- sure”, and hurried to close the door before Apollo could say anything else.

Again, he didn’t get to the stairs before he was stopped.
“What were you talking about?”.
Olivia stood behind him, and she looked like he possessed what she wanted most in this world.
“… I’m leaving. Tomorrow morning», he said flatly and left her standing there.

Two hours later he dropped frustrated down on his bed. He hated packing, and since he this time lacked the get-going-as-fast-as-you-can factor, he seemed to be unable to get it done. Now he lay there contemplating if there was any way he could get away with putting some fruit and bread in his backpack and then ask Apollo for some cash to shop along the way instead of the “light travel food” he mentioned. He chuckled sarcastically and sighed. Then someone knocked on his door. He let out another, this time quite a dramatic sigh, and forced himself to get up. The knocker, or rather knockers, turned out to be the twins.
“Hello?”, he said and forced a smile.
Rosie and Olivia looked at each other for what seemed like forever before Rosie finally asked him if they could come in.
“Sure”. He stepped aside to let them pass, which they did after hesitating a couple of seconds.
Olivia sat down on the only chair in the room, so Arlo gestured to Rosie that it was okay to sit at the bed, before he sat down next to her.
“Well?”. He was sincerely curious now, so he tried to sound encouraging.
“Yeah…”, Olivia said and smiled nervously. “We were just wondering if… if we…”
“If you would be fine with us coming with you”, Rosie finished quickly. Olivia nodded shyly.
Whatever Arlo might have expected, that was not it.
“Seriously?”, he asked. “Why?”
They answered him at the same time, though they didn’t say the same thing, so he had no idea what they said. He laughed and waited for them to figure it out.
“We’re just sick of being here”, Olivia said smiling. “We know we’re safer here than any other place and all that, but we’ve already been here over a year, if we don’t get away from here soon we’ll go crazy”.
Arlo looked at them both. He hadn’t really wanted to know anything before, but how could he give them an answer without knowing what he was about to take responsibility for?
“sorry to have to ask, but ‘safe’ from what exactly?”
Olivia looked away then. Rosie grimaced, but then she took a deep breath and gave a nervous laugh.
“Almost two years ago we had an…. incident. This guy almost killed us, and we got away, but he followed us”.
“What?!” Arlo was shocked. He had noticed they were shy and unsure, but they didn’t really seem to be that damaged. Olivia gave a crooked smile.
“I know, right?”, she said. “Anyway, then we met Apollo and he let us stay here, and it’s great here. It’s just...”, she shrugged, “we’ve never really been able to settle down anywhere longer than a couple of years. We need to get going now”.
“You gotta be kidding”. Now Arlo was a bit annoyed. “You actually have the chance to stay safe right here, with Apollo, and you want to come with me? I’m sorry, but I can’t let you put yourself in danger like that. Anyway”, he said, growing solemn, “where I’m going, no one else can go”.
They looked at each other again, then Rosie said “we won’t be going that far. We just need to get to a friend of ours. He lives right by the ocean”.
Arlo thought for a moment, then shook his head frustrated, looked at them and nodded. “Fine, but only if Apollo is okay with it”.
The twins smiled, nodded and left. As they were closing the door Arlo could hear them start discussing how they should ask Apollo.

Apollo was not okay with it. Not at all. When Arlo was finally done with packing, all the stuff the cook had come up with to him had required an extra bag of itself, he had gone back down. Just as he went past Apollo’s office, he came out and told Arlo to come inside. Again. Arlo sighed and followed him in. There the twins already sat on the edge of their seats. They looked both terrified and defiant at once, so Arlo knew they must have had some sort of quarrel.
“They tell me you’re okay with them coming along with you?”
Arlo hesitated. What was the answer here to keep both him and the twins out of trouble?
“I… ehm… if they want to I suppose they can…”
“Do you realize why they are here?”, now he turned to the twins, “have you told him that you stand the chance of being killed if you leave?”
“Yes”, Rosie said with the intensity of a stubborn child, “but that’s a really long time ago now”.
“You think that means he has given up? That you are safe from him now? Because it’s a long time since he has tried to kill you?!”
The last bit he said with an intense deep voice, which visibly scared the girls.
Then they looked at each other and Rosie turned to Apollo and said with ice in her voice,
“I assume whatever you’re sending Arlo out to do is completely safe then?”
Arlo froze. Something told him the twins had heard a little more than they let on. When Apollo failed to answer, Arlo looked at him, surprised to find that Apollo had changed expression completely. Now he looked solemn, almost sad. After standing like that for what seemed like an eternity, Apollo sighed and nodded.
“You may go”.
Rosie and Olivia grinned triumphantly before hurrying up from their chairs, as if they were afraid he’d change his mind if they stayed. When they passed him, Arlo was quick to follow them, he was not at all eager to be alone with Apollo right now.
Capo 3

Em                      G
There’s a corpse in the street
    am                     E7
With bloody clothes and no feet
am                      e
The little girl takes a look
am          e7                 am
And skips along on her way to school

C                                       am
Ref. In El Salvador you learn to stomach threats
c                                  e7
In El Salvador you learn to live with death x2

An ambulance stands still
There’s no lack for will or skill
But even those whose job it is
To save lives will try to stay unharmed

Ref.

am
A shot is heard in the dead of night
e7
The crowds around take off in flight
am
A sister clutches her brother tight
e7
There is no wrong, there is no right
am
We can all be killed when murderers fight

Ref. x2

A death every hour
Dealt out by those in power
There is no war, but nowhere’s safe
When your home is such a deadly place
Judy laughed. “are you serious?”
Nick chose not to answer. Instead, he simply shrugged with false modesty and smiled that sly smile of his. “You caught Oinkson, the thief, by stealing from him?”
Peter Oinkson was a shop keeper who soon realised there was more money to earn by taking them from others, and her and Nick had been at his heels for a week. Acutally, it was quite ironic that they were assigned this case, as she once had stopped another thief who had stolen from this very same man’s shop.
“Well, it was the only way to get him to show that big snout of his. Besides, is stealing from a thief really stealing?”
Judy gave him a reproving smirk and got a teasing grin back. Nick had always been a little loose on the rules, but after three years the two of them were still the team most appraised in the city, and she was very aware that she owed at least half of that success to her partner. Now he had taken use of the one day she was out of town to visit her family to go about the case his own way, which had proved remarkably effective. Everything Oinkson had stolen had been retrieved, he himself was in prison and the picture of his beloved wife which Nick had stolen had been restored to him as soon as he was arrested, surrounded by police cars all around with no way to run.
Now they were on their way to have some ice cream to celebrate, which they did every time they cracked a case. In other words, at least once a week. They got the ice cream at their favourite place, a typical example of the multiracial solutions in Zootopia. The counter was long and divided into several different size-sections, from a tiny rodent-friendly scale to a version with huge cones meant for elephants. Judy and Nick always made a point out of buying from different counters, even though they easily could have used the same scale, just to be able to make jokes about the “unfairness” of the slight size-differences of their ice cream-cones.
“Pft. Greedy”, Judy said and shook her head jokingly as Nick got his order. It was a couple of centimetres bigger than her custom made “bunny-sized” one. Nick smiled and demonstratively took a huge mouthful, which he regretted a second later.
When the ice cream was consumed Judy reminded Nick that they were getting a new recruit the next day. That didn’t happen very often, and even though their boss claimed he couldn’t care less, Judy and Nick liked to make sure they felt welcome.
“True!”, Nick exclaimed eagerly, “what are we gonna do this time? Scare them with a fake murder scene?”
“Maaaybe nothing quite that drastic”, Judy smirked. “We need to think of something a little more… refined”
They discussed it back and forth for almost three hours, and when they finally went home they had a plan to welcome the newbie which they were both very happy with.

Next morning Judy got up early to get what she needed for her and Nicks plan: a huge net, some blue paint and a whole bunch of mirrors. It wouldn’t be possible to fit it all into her tiny car, so she had rented a van just for the occasion. Just before she drove off, she got a text from Nick saying he had made everything ready for set-up. She smirked. This would be fun. When she pulled up where he was waiting, he proudly pointed to what he had done. Judy had to laugh at his big grin.
“It’s perfect so far”, she said. “Now, let’s get this done and get to work before we’re reported missing”.
When they opened the door to the briefing room they were given a disapproving look from Chief Bogo, but he didn’t say anything, as he was in just finishing his “I don’t care”-speech to the excited new recruit sitting at the front desk. Judy looked her over. Just as they had been told beforehand, she was a young badger, and she seemed just as eager as Judy had been herself on her first day. She seemed a little shy and scared though. Hopefully that was all just a reaction to being new, she wouldn’t last long if she was scared of talking to people. Now the badger suddenly discovered that someone had come in, and when her eyes found Judy she gasped and was unable to look away. Judy smiled at her, but soon started feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Luckily chief Bogo noticed it and interrupted the girl’s adoring gaze.
“As you’ve clearly noticed miss Huffle, Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde have decided to grace us with their presence. They have asked to get to show you how things are done today. Not that I understand why they would waste their time with that. Anyway. Everyone, here’s what we have to do today…”
As he kept talking, Judy and Nick walked over to miss Huffle and sat down next to her, making her quite starstruck, Judy couldn’t help but notice. She gave Nick a glance. He smirked, it seemed he was trying hard not to laugh.
As they had a newbie on their team, the three of them were assigned to a door-to-door operation covering three blocks, questioning people if they had seen or heard something the night a quite extensive burglary had been committed in the neighbourhood. Judy let out a sigh, she had hoped for something else after just having worked a robbery-case, but there was no use in complaining, so instead she turned to the badger and introduced herself.
“Judy Hopps”, she said, knowing full well how superfluous that was.
“I know”, miss Huffle said with big eyes, before she realised what she had said and blushed.
“I mean, Caroline. I’m Caroline. Caroline Huffle”.
“Nice to meet you Caroline”, Judy laughed. “this here is Nick”.
Nick smirked at her and gave her his paw.
“Hi there”.
“Hello” Caroline muttered, before turning back to Judy. Nick seemed surprised at that, but simply laughed and got to his feet.
“Well, we better get going ladies, all those neighbours won’t question themselves!”
They all got into Nicks car, Judy in the front seat and Caroline in the back. As they were driving, she calmed down a bit and got less starstruck, to Judy’s great relief. Nick asked her where she came from and she eagerly told them about herself and how Judy had been her biggest idol ever since she saw her on the news and how she inspired her to join the police academy. Nick smirked.
“Yeah, she tends to have that effect on people. Don’t get fooled though”, he said and gave Caroline a teasing grin in the rear mirror, “she’s not quite as shiny in real life”.
She laughed nervously. Judy gave Nick a playful nudge before she turned around and smiled warmly at Caroline.
“Don’t you listen to him, we’re gonna have the best of times”.
Nick sniggered, he always made fun of her when she did what he called her “hero-of-the-city-routine”. She ignored it.

When they got to the street it was quickly decided that they split up. Caroline with Judy and Nick on his own.
“We all know I’m the only one here able to look after myself anyway” he grinned and crossed the street, while Judy and Caroline went straight to the first house in sight.
Even though Caroline’s constant admiration felt a bit much to begin with, Judy soon learned to like the eager, young badger. She was just as ambitious as herself had been and showed great skill with police work. The shyness still worried her a bit, though. Hopefully it would pass, and she was somehow much more comfortable with talking to the people they questioned than Judy. She decided to do what she could to make her come out of her shell and started asking her a lot of questions. By the time they were done, even though they had no luck at all, they were chatting and laughing like old friends.
“So you just ran for it?”, Judy laughed. “that was probably smart”.
“Yeah! You should have seen her!”. Caroline grinned. “I do think I’m braver now though. Thanks to you”.  
Judy smiled. It did feel good to have inspired someone like that.
“Anyway…” Caroline said and continued with her story. Soon Judy was so busy paying attention that she didn’t even notice Nick before she nearly walked right into him.
“Woah”, Judy said, stopping abruptly and laughing up at a head shaking Nick. “There you are”.
“Yes, here I am!”, Nick seemed half amused, half annoyed. “Next time, maybe you should notice when someone calls your name”. He laughed and looked over at Caroline. “Any luck?”  
“No”, Caroline said, visibly still unsure about him.
“But we got some really good cookies at number 37”, Judy added with a grin to Caroline. “What about you?”
“Nah. It seems we’re dealing with the invisible man”. He smirked. “No cookies to get either… it would seem I chose the wrong route. Well, time for ice cream”.
Judy was going to protest, but shrugged. Of course they should have some ice cream on Caroline’s first day. Success or not. They had already worked past their hours anyway. They went to the car and Judy went to the front seat as usual, but Nick stopped her.
“Don’t you think our new rising star deserves the front seat after such good work?” He grinned at Caroline. “Hop in miss”.
Caroline looked thrilled. It was clear she didn’t expect ice cream or front seat privilege to be a big part of a police officer’s day. Judy grinned and got in the back.
“So tell me Caroline”, Nick said as they were driving down the street. “Do you have a favourite ice cream flavour?”
As they sat at the table and finished their ice cream, Judy and Caroline sat engrossed in a deep conversation about their mutual love for a certain band, when Nick suddenly broke in after checking his watch.
“I don’t mean to disturb your worshipping, ladies, but I think it’s time for the initiation”.
Judy smirked. “True!”.
Caroline looked confused at them in turn. “Initiation? What do you mean?”
“Well, as you’re new to the proud police force of Zootopia, you will of course have to prove yourself worthy”, Judy said with a little laugh.
Caroline looked even more confused, and a little bit scared. Nick grinned and walked to the car, without looking back once. Judy followed him, but gave Caroline a look halfway there. The badger hadn’t yet left her chair. Now she got up meekly and followed them, looking at Judy the whole time with an inquiring look.

They didn’t say a word the whole way there, but kept up a serious face. It was obvious that Caroline tried to not let it affect her. When Nick turned into the alley where they had made it ready, she gave them weird looks, but still didn’t say anything. Nick and Judy got out of the car and shot the doors behind them with nothing but a glance at each other. Caroline didn’t follow them outside for two minutes, and when she finally did she looked from one to the other all the time. Nick smiled and pointed to the hole in the ground, motioning for Caroline to come closer. She gave a nervous smile, walked slowly to the edge and looked down. That’s when she started looking scared. Judy walked up beside her and said with a smirk:
“Scared, officer? All you have to do is jump”
“What?”, Caroline looked at her like she was crazy. “Down there? You can’t be serious”.
Judy just smiled. It wasn’t hard to understand the scepticism. When you looked down the hole, all you could see was blackness, except where there were flickering torches showing parts of the brick wall. Those lights continued downwards as far as you could see, giving it a feeling of endlessness. Nick laughed. “Come on now, don’t you trust us?”.
Caroline’s face suggested that she really, absolutely didn’t. Judy gave Nick a smile and a shrug, he walked casually over to her, and then they gave her a shove.
She screamed. For about ten seconds. Then she laughed uncontrollably for twice as long as she had fell. Judy and Nick laughed too, and jumped in after her after shouting down “Move over! We’re coming!”. They heard a squeak and some panting, and landed softly in the net hanging beneath the mirrors they had set up. Caroline now sat up against the wall, looking at them with big eyes and a huge grin.
“Do you do this to all new recruits?”
Judy laughed. “No, we prefer to do something different each time. Besides, you’re only the third newbie we’ve had after Nick and I joined”.
“Honestly though”, Nick added. “This is the best idea we’ve had so far”.
“Yeah, it sure freaked me out”. Caroline glanced up and laughed. “There really is just the two torches, isn’t there?” She said and looked at Judy. “Nice job with the mirrors”.
“Why thank you! It wasn’t easy, I assure you”.
Nick jumped down from the net to the floor directly underneath it and walked away from them.
“Sorry to interrupt you ladies, but I think we should let the others share in our enthusiasm”.
Caroline looked surprised again, but never got the time to say anything before Nick had opened the door and let in a huge crowd of roaring police officers with beer casks and donuts. Not at all stereotypical. Marcus Horn came to the net with beers to Judy and Caroline, while Nick already was halfway down his first in the middle of a crowd. Judy grinned and remembered her own miserable first days. She was proud of her and Nicks initiative to make it more of a happening. The others had laughed it off to begin with, but when Nick proposed a welcoming-party for each newbie they eagerly joined in.

When the night was over they were all quite drunk, and Nick most of all. He was dancing and singing off key, and Judy decided to relieve him of his current beer. He always thought he could drink as much as an elephant, something the elephants loved to prove him wrong in every time they had the chance. As the three of them said goodnight to the few ones still having fun, Nick was having a deep conversation with himself about lollipops. That made Judy smile. Then he turned towards Caroline.
“Ey, newbie! How come when you talk you always talk to miss Hopps over here eh?”  
Judy shushed him, but he was not in no mood to be quiet.
“Aint I famous enough for you? You do know I had quite a big part in that first case of hers, not to mention every single case she’s had since right?”
Caroline blushed and started stammering, looking from Nick to Judy to Nick again. This made Nick laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep being the charming fox you already know once I’ve slept this party off me”.
Judy shook her head and gave poor Caroline a reassuring smile.
“Oh, shut up Nick, you’re embarrassing yourself”, she said jokingly and laughed. “Let’s get you home”.
After a while Nick stopped being conscious of what happened around him, so Judy and Caroline took one arm each and Judy used her other arm to get hold of a cab driving past. As they managed to get him securely fastened in the backseat, Caroline looked a bit anxious at Judy.
“You think he meant that?”
Judy made herself laugh. “Oh no, he always says stuff like that when he’s drunk, don’t pay any attention to it. He knows very well he’s not easy to become comfortable with.”
Caroline nodded, seemingly relieved, and stepped away from the cab.
“You’re not coming?”, Judy asked.
“No, I live right over there”, she said and pointed to the end of the street.
“Oh! Well, goodnight then. See you Monday”.
“See you Monday, thank you so much for tonight”. They both smiled as Caroline closed the door between them.
After ten minutes in the cab Nick grunted and sat up.
“I drank a bit too much again, didn’t I?”
“A little bit, yeah. Poor Caroline probably thinks you hate her”.
Nick grunted again. “Hnnng.. I’ll make it up to her tomorrow”.
“If you really want to”, Judy laughed, “but it’s probably fine if you wait till Monday”.
“Good idea”, Nick mumbled and gave a shaky thumb up.
“Did you mean it though?”. Judy had to ask, she was too curious. “Did she make you jealous?”
Now Nick was suddenly awake. “Jealous? What do you mean, ‘jealous’?”
“With the attention Caroline gives me”, she said and laughed again.
Nick smirked and closed his eyes again. “Oh, that. Nah, of course not, I was just teasing her for fangirling so hard over you”.
Judy smirked too. “If you say so”.
“I do” he said as he leaned back and started snoring.
Judy shook her head and looked out the window. Caroline had really shown Judy her best side tonight, teasing flirting colleagues and putting them in their place, telling funny stories that made everyone laugh and generally being pleasant company. Not once had she shown Judy unnecessarily much attention. Nick on the other hand had given them both some weird looks whenever they were in deep conversation. She smiled. He probably would have to get used to not being her only close friend. When the cab made a hard turn Nick fell down and landed with his head in her lap, and after trying to nudge him a couple of times she simply sat back and let him lay there. They were almost at his place anyway.
“Oh come on, I need to rest!”
He had been walking forever, and worst of all, the last three hours they had been walking next to a beautiful, calm river. Arlo wanted nothing more than to take a swim, but the stupid bird refused him to stop. Then the river suddenly took a turn and disappeared into the forest. That was too much. Arlo stopped and ignored the bird’s cawing while he started taking his clothes off. The raven pecked at his hands to get him to follow him, but Arlo simply waved it away. No one could stop him from taking a swim now. He let himself fall under the surface and stayed under as long as his lungs would let him. Under there everything was peaceful and all disturbing thoughts went away. When he got up he sat in the water until he had gotten his breath back and then dived forward and swam as fast and deep as he could, not heading to the surface before he really had to catch his breath. No sooner did he break the surface than the raven was on him again, cawing and ruffling his hear with his talons.
“Fine! I’m coming! Will you at least let me swim back in peace?”
The raven then immediately stopped pestering him and simply flew silently directly above his head the whole way back.
Once out of the water, he stubbornly took his time drying in the sun before slowly dressing. The raven became noticeably annoyed again very soon, but still left Arlo alone. As he was putting his t-shirt back on, he could hear someone singing cheerfully. He hurried putting on his shoes and almost ran to the road to see who it could be. Maybe someone who could make his journey a little more exciting. The man walking straight past him without even noticing was shabby and unkempt, with hair sticking out in all directions, a backpack full of holes and shoes where his toes were trying to run away on their own. He walked heavily and his song was about missing some girl whom he was looking for. Still he seemed jolly as a child, with his big arms swinging back and forth and a wide grin on his face. It was the oddest guy Arlo had ever seen. Still, he had to be better company than the raven.
“Hi”, he said, trying to be as nonchalant as he could.
The man jumped in surprise, but was just as jolly when he turned to Arlo.
“Hello there! Where did you come from?»
«The river, I couldn’t resist taking a swim».
«I must say, that does sound appealing», he cast a glance towards the river and then looked back at Arlo «but I sadly don’t have any time for that”.
“Why not?”, he gave the raven a demonstrative glance “there’s always time for a bath”.
The shabby guy just grinned and reached out his hand. “Fergus”, he said, revealing a gap where one of his teeth should have been.
“Arlo”, Arlo said, trying not to notice the smell from Fergus.
“Nice to meet you Arlo”, Fergus nodded politely, “you want to share the road with me for a while?”
“Sure!”
The raven didn’t seem to like it, but Arlo was so past caring. He smiled at Fergus and asked him which way he was going. Fergus simply shrugged and started singing again. Arlo listened with a smile as he struggled to fall in with Fergus’ long strides. Fergus noticed, smirked and walked a bit slower. To match the pace, he then started singing something else. This song was also about missing someone, but this time Arlo noticed that the smile didn’t reach his eyes and he didn’t hold his head quite as high anymore. Arlo felt he had seen something that was none of his business, so he looked up at the raven instead. The raven was circling over them, eyeing them every time he got close. Arlo took it as another sign of annoyance, but found it rather weird. The bird usually just flew straight ahead of him to show him the way.  

An hour or so later, Fergus was still singing, Arlo was still walking silently beside him in thoughts and the raven was still circling. Then Arlo’s stomach made a sound similar to a dying whale and Arlo realised he hadn’t eaten anything since he finished the last of the bread and marmalade he had brought from home. That was the night before. He shrugged it off. Nobody ever died of one day without food. He was feeling weak though, and without realising it at first he was walking slower, suddenly falling behind. When Fergus noticed, occupied as he was with his singing, he stopped and gave Arlo a big, caring smile. Arlo pretended not to notice and started walking faster again, but when his stomach loudly insisted on feeding again, Fergus laid a hand on his shoulder, making him stop. He then took the backpack from him, walked to the grass and sat down, motioning to Arlo to join him. Arlo didn’t see a reason not to, so he sat down next to Fergus, even though the raven cawed at him for it. Fergus gave the bird a queer look, but didn’t say anything. Then he started taking food out of the backpack. He had bread and cheese and apples and he gave half of everything to Arlo, who took it without arguing. If you’re hungry and you’re offered food, it would be a weird thing not to take it after all. They sat like that until they were both full and then they sat some more because they were too full to keep walking just yet. When they finally felt ready to keep going, the sky had turned orange a long time ago. Arlo looked at the raven to see what it wanted him to do. The message was clear. It didn’t matter that night was coming when he had wasted that much time. It wasn’t exactly going to get dark. Arlo smirked and got to his feet, making it clear to Fergus that he didn’t intend to stop just yet. Fergus seemed to agree and packed his backpack, still with a smile.
They walked in silence until the sun again turned yellow and Arlo’s feet refused to move anymore and his head was swimming. Then all he was able to think about was getting some sleep and he simply laid down on the grass, barely noticing something being tucked around him before he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the raven sat right in front of his face, startling Arlo so he sat up. Fergus was gone, but he had left behind some apples and the blanket Arlo still had over him. As he became more awake, he realised that he was freezing and hungry, so he put on a pair of thick woollen socks and a jacket he had brought from home and ate two of Fergus’ apples. Then he made himself get up and put the blanket in his backpack before he turned to the raven.
“Well? Where to?»
The raven gave him a look and took off. Then he circled a couple of times while cawing before he flew in the direction of the forest. Arlo didn’t think the trees looked very appealing, but followed all the same. They didn’t walk for more than ten minutes before they got to the other side of the trees and into a clearing. There, on the top of a hill with the mountains behind it, lay a big, cottage-looking house. The raven cawed happily and Arlo understood that they had reached their destination.  
What I write
- Fan fiction about any characters from any fandom I know well enough to write convincingly about
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- Song lyrics about almost anything, give me as many keywords as you like
- I am willing to discuss writing most anything, although I do reserve the right to deny if I feel not up to the task

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- Offensive/discriminative texts 

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Inger K. Fossli
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Norway
I am 22 yar old girl from Norway. I have been writing all my life, both stories, poems, songs, and even half a book. I have moved a lot around with my family, and thus seen a lot of my country and tried a lot of different things. I have been doing some horseback-riding through the years, I play the flute, and at a folk high school way up by the russian border I've even spent a year dog mushing. My favourite past time though is still writing, especially fan fiction. All this time I've spent with my twin sister, we do everything together. Nowadays we spend most of our free time going to concerts all over Norway, following our favourite band, Violet Road, as well as other bands and musicians whom we love. I hope to be able to live of being a writer and I can write almost anything people want me to write, though my specialty islong and short head canon fan fiction about one of my fandoms.

At the moment we live in Southern Norway, finishing our bachelor in English language and literature and we are planning to study creative writing in England fall 2017. All feedback would be more than welcome, as I always want to improve my writing and write what poeple would like to read.
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shadesmaclean Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fav, Inger! :)
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Welcome to DA! :D (Big Grin) So glad to see you finally made it here. ;) Yours truely, Solvor 
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Ingertwin Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2016  Professional Writer
Hihi! :D Yeah, got our eyes opened last night!
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