Odette's Swan Lake

In the 1930s, a strange bone was found on the shore of the lake by Oscar Frederickson. The bone was believed to be a spinal vertebra. Sadly, the original bone was lost in a fire, but a wooden copy was made. The bone was showed to Dr. James McLeod of the University of Manitoba, who felt it resembled a vertebra. However, he felt it was the vertebra of a whale-like creature that had been extinct for over four million years.

"She did not take the broad, beaten road which led to the far-off plantation at Valmonde. She walked across a deserted field, where the stubble bruised her tender feet, so delicately shod, and tore her thin gown to shreds. She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep, sluggish

Winnie sighed. She had been waiting for Mr. Scamander to come back for a few hours. The minute he had left, she started wandering around, looking at the beautiful, strange creatures around her. But she began to get bored. Not that anyone could get bored of these animals, each one was as fantastic as the one before. She was bored because she was a people person, and she had no one to talk to, unless you counted the jarvey, which Winnie certainly did not. So after a few minutes, she found her way back to the room she had originally fallen into. She sat right beside the ladder, glancing up every few minutes, hoping that he would come. She didn’t know how long it took to get to Saint-Pierre, but she imagined it couldn’t be longer than half a day.

She drifted. A wisp of vapor, soaring against an unknown breeze. She closed her jade stained eyes, taking in a deep breath, inhaling her deepest desire. She neither lived, nor settled a life in this particular place, but it was where her soul was currently bound to. Don't forget about the jade stained eyed girl, she is crucial to the story.

She had spent weeks traveling from hamlet to hamlet in the far-flung corners of Demacia. She walked as fast as her tiny gait would allow, but the monster slayer always seemed to be one step ahead of her, leaving naught but tales of heroic exploits in his wake. For a yordle, time is a curious thing whose passing is seldom felt, but even for Poppy, the search was beginning to grow

She slowly lifted her vision from the ground up towards the view of the forest. As she moved her head from side to side she looked in wonder at her surroundings. All she could see expanding right in front of her eyes was a beautiful crystal clear water hole with waterfalls rushing in from either side. Behind this amazing waterhole towards the right there was yet another exit out of the forest, although this one seemed different … it lead towards her street that she last remembered living on. Annabel seemed very relieved to see this exit but there was something that seemed to stop her walking out into her freedom. The thought of leaving the forest meant she would say goodbye to her parents for good. Annabel couldn’t bear to do this; she couldn’t live with herself if she knew there was something else she could do that might reunite her with her

Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get

Discovery: Team of paleontologists discover an almost complete skeleton of a hadrosaurid showing an extensive infection and a repaired fracture of her leg. Surrounding fossils include turtles and protoceratops. This specimen of Olorotitan meaning giant swan, would be named Odette, from the play Swan Lake.

It was three in the morning, light beats of cool rain hitting the windows, casting strange shadows onto the walls. Audrey was sleeping peacefully beside her, lips parted and legs tucked close, the heat from her body somehow warming Desiree’s insides. She looked at the other with a soft gaze and a fond smile on her face, heart melting at the sight. Audrey’s face slept so adorably, so soft and loose, sleep allowing her to become vulnerable and almost young again. It was an indulgence, to view Audrey as young and so care free in her sleep. To imagine their lives as easy as they wanted, as successful as they wished. Desiree longed to keep her like that, keep her away from trouble and danger, love care for her deeply enough to keep her safe

It's an August afternoon in the Zanda Basin in southwestern Tibet, in the foothills of the Himalayas. I am wandering aimlessly in a patch of badlands, slightly lightheaded owing to the more than 14,000-foot elevation, scanning the ground for any signs of fossils, or for that matter, anything that might distract me from the monotony of a day of fruitless search. It is late into our field season, and besides a tooth fragment or two, I have little to show for a day's work, something all vertebrate paleontologists learn to endure. On impulse I head farther west along a layer of rusty yellow sandstone, and there I see a piece of reddish-brown bone sticking out of the dirt. A few quick sweeps of my brush reveal a ring-shaped bone. Upon digging it out, I recognize it is an atlas -- the neck vertebra that connects with a skull -- possibly from a rhinoceros. Not a

Wandering the halls slowly and carefully without sufficient light to lead the way and through use of dark mood lighting and squalid living conditions in certain rooms, no end appears to her expedition. No required place for her to be dressed for or to be expected to attend, that is until the sudden echoing of someone crying draws attention to the existence of servants and provides a motive for the young girls search through the

The steaks were usually high for the adventurer that chose to cross through the jungle. To flirt with the untamed danger of nature was foolishly dangerous otherwise. For Avery, the trip was necessary. Locked in a lengthy correspondence with a young man that promised her the world, she’d chosen to sell her belongings, pack what could be carried and relocate. With little survivalist training, traversing the forest would be nearly impossible. She had to rely on others for safe passage, which became strangely simple to arrange. First a local family led her along before a wandering ministry group accepted her into their ranks. Finally near the end of the entire ordeal, it was time to prepare herself for civilization.

Throughout my childhood, there were two famous plays I enjoyed watching. The plays were Swan Lake, and The Nutcracker. One aspect that never crossed my mind as a child was the composer of these plays. Both of these plays are composed by the same person, Pyotr llyich Tchaikovsky.

Cougar grabbed the wood, which had burned down, and dashed down the mountain through the trees. The surprised Fire Being screeched again, its breath crackling with heat and anger. Cougar bolted, as the Fire Being came closer, until the trees thinned and a meadow began. There, Antelope waited.

Odette has been captured in the forest by the evil sorcerer, Von Rothbart, and was cursed by the evil sorcerer to only be able to remain as a maiden at night, and to be turned into a white swan by the time it hits daylight.