With a screech and a smash, Yuya blasted through the doors in pursuit. "It's just you'n me now, ya turkeys!"

Dear Diary, I watched Luccy from behind a tree again today. He was so focused on his training he didn't even notice me, but that's okay... I was happy just watching him.

As I open my eyes, there lies a new world. New air, new sky, new colors. A prismatic breeze whistles beside me, and as it lifts me, the world melts away.

Come. Sit. Listen to my terrible tale. The bell rang in our village church one cold and starless night. It rang as an executioner announcing judgment, a sound heralding the coming of something most abhorrent.

Your hair is a mess, Lathna. Come to me. Akasha smiled and began combing the girl's hair in the soft afternoon light, causing them to resemble a mother and daughter enjoying a quiet moment together.

Our target today is a black marketeer who deals at masquerade balls. "An infiltration op, eh? With masks? Color me nervous..." "Quiet, Erik. I have eyes on the target."

One Halloween night, a sweet little witch and her loyal cat soared through the sky, a basket of goodies clutched in their grasp. "Hurry up, Zethia! The children are waiting!" "Ooh, I can't wait to see their smiling faces!"

Oh, but it is good to see you at this party. My brother and his friends worked tirelessly to ready for this night, and it would not have done for you to miss it. Now then, might you do me the honor of a dance?

Midgardsormr the Windwyrm once met a man who was every bit as eccentric as he. The man was daring, open-minded, and fearless, such that he did not even fear frequent visits to the dragon's lair.

The prince and his friends gather before the castle. Though they live in the same home, each came there in a different way.