Calypso Alternate Ending

“Well, your father and I decided it was time I came to stay with you for a while to help Calpurnia.”

"Hey Laura, I'm sorry for making you feel bad back there." Carmilla was sad about making Laura cry.

I lean against the wall of the alley, staring out at the swarm of people rushing through the square, in the fading sunlight. I let out a sigh, as I realize that I need to come up, with my next move. I’ve been out here on the streets searching for the Rebels, for little under a week now, and I’m not any closer to finding them, then I was back in Gold district.

“I guess we could call them. These people sound like saints. They must cost a fortune,” he pleaded.

Gasparro was keeping one wary eye on the stranger at the far table. Trouble. He had a feel for it. Night like this one, with the wind howling chill down off the steppes, and not a soul through the pass out of Midland for a month. Maybe longer. Times past, the common room would've been thick with travellers, tall tales, news. Times past. The Black Ram had always been a little run down. But now it was run down to the ground, and empty into the bargain. If people came, they didn't linger. They drank and left, or they wrapped themselves up in their cloaks and trudged on up the stairs to a room. A skittish glance and the words, "Hard times," was as much as came out of them.

It was supposed to remain serene like it’s past years slumbering, yet, despite all of this, it awakened just to shake his village to it’s last roots. At first, it was another mellow rumble in the sky, over the peak of the lush mountains; there wasn’t very much to think but respite at the noise. Ceniza was sure that thunder brought rain in Quito, at least enough for his parents to drink instead of grimy dish water. No matter how much he feared the building sound, Ceniza forced himself out of the quiet hut out for at least one bucket of water, stretching out a metallic container in faith- just until a terrifying roar emerged from beneath him, evolving into a louder resound as the ground below him shifted violently, throwing Ceniza off balance.

Calum watches Michael silently while he sleeps, his bare chest slowly moving up and down as he snores softly. The sun is barely peeking through the curtain on the other side of the hotel room, softly laying across the side of Michael's face, and Calum can see little dust motes dancing around in the light.

As Bluzette walked out of the front door, the cold October wind hit her like a slap on the face. She checked her phone. It read 7:33. She was going to the small carnival across town. “Do you have your money Bluezette?” Her mom called. She really didn't mind if she was out late. She let her have that kind of freedom.

Sycorax and Caliban are two rats that escaped from Camilo junior high, they hide In a box the was being transported to Macon Georgia. When the box landed in Macon, a little farm town, the box was delivered to a local farmer. The farmer was out of town so the mail man left it on the front porch. So when they new it was ok to crawl out they did. It took them two hours to finally find a nice field with nice neighbors, so when they got there they got straight to work. They built a little hut in the very middle of a nice Ry field. The smell of smoke filled the den of Sycorax and Caliban as they where sleeping in there den. The fire was a set of hunters named Blake and parker hunting for rats so they can feed there snake. Sycorax and

The sunlight was blinding as it cascaded onto the ground and my feet were aching.

“That is all right. I know that neither of us have any money,” said Greedy.

“Oi, Cos!” Cosima could hear Sarah call out to her from behind but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t be around her sister right now, couldn’t stomach their looks of pity. Not when she had to find Delphine.

"I don't need your money." she picked it up and tried to protest, "You don't have to...I mean I was the one bugging you. Your

“Can I talk to you about my Lent sacrifice? I don’t think I will able to complete the whole 40 days and I am worried.”

Ms Loren said, "These gentlemen here are asking us to pay an admission fee before we can leave the Palace. I think they are bandits."