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While it appeared to be a beautiful sunny day in April, it wasn't, given how windy it was, making it feel freezing. Three teenage girls, all dressed in various blue outfits, quickly arrived at the Jasmine Dragon Tea House. The cozy atmosphere warmed them right up. They headed to their usual table, where one of their classmates at school was waiting for them. “Hello, Zuko. How are you doing today?” asked one of the girls. “I'm doing okay, Katara,” the handsome boy replied. My grandfather Iroh seems psychic because he already had a pot of your three favorite snow rose tea and this month's cheesecake ready. So here you go,” Zuko said as he placed their treats in front of them. “Thanks, Zuko! Tell your grandfather we appreciate it!” Katara told him kindly. “I'll be sure to tell him. I've got to go now. Akira called in sick. So it's just me, Hideki, and my dad covering the after-school rush. Enjoy!” as he dashed off to another table. “He's a nice boy. We better make sure we pay him a

Aguya would ordinarily have been sent to recuperate from her injuries in her room in the servants' quarters. Except Fire Lord Sozin insisted she stayed in the infirmary for better care. He did allow her family and best friend to visit her in the evening. Again, everyone else believed Sozin was being nice and attempting to be an acceptable leader to his people. The royal physician had estimated it would take at least six weeks for her cracked ribs to mend, so she was on strict bed rest until further notice. When she'd initially woken up to see the first bouquet of blossoms, they noticed a get-well card inside. However, as she read it by candlelight that night, she found a hidden message. It was a poem! "Red and gold bleed like the heart, and souls ache just as it rains. Soul fragments, like flower petals, wither and die, leaving nothing left on either inside. Lonely and forgotten, but both in pain, they rot. Blackened and dead from the help they received not, a little love, tenderness

As expected at Shadow Falls High, freshman student Enya Hathway had her nose buried in a mountain of books in the library. However, today, she was reading to distract herself from her silently enduring anguish. Outside her friends group, others didn't know she had a myriad of mental illnesses. One of the worst was she felt highly depressed right now. She'd attempted talking to her psychiatrist a few days ago concerning how she felt with no success. She had requested a meds change, and the doctor just told her to change her mindset and make a friend.  It infuriated both her and her mother that the psychiatrist would be so dismissive. Particularly when Enya told her that she'd been waking up crying for weeks or how far down in the hole she was. Enya wondered why no one listened to individuals in crisis—or just listened in general, to be honest. She loathed the generalized statements therapists seemed to make or failed to realize their clients weren't all cut from the same cloth.  Enya

Within the boundless realm of existence, we stand as mere mortals, wrestling with a sense of entitlement, convinced that the world is indebted to us merely for our presence. But do we truly deserve praise and glory, for simply occupying space and breathing? Or is it a relentless pursuit, a race with no finish line in sight, a mirage we can never grasp? Our desires are insatiable, we crave more and more, Our yearnings, boundless as the starry night, In ceaseless pursuit of endless delight. Lands vast and treasures untold. We accumulate and accumulate, trying to make the emptiness whole. A comical display of our trivial vanities, and insatiable greed. What's the point of all this gettin'? To win some praise, some fleeting cheer, For all our shiny trinkets and treasures, Before we say goodbye and disappear? Beneath the soil, we shall return to dust, Our bodies, mere sustenance for the worms, As nature reclaims what was always hers. Shouldn’t we yearn for something else, a

Disclaimer: We do not own Code Geass or any of the characters used in our story, with everything belonging to Sunrise other than characters, plots and lore that are of our own creation. A/N: Hi everyone, after what has been an eternity, our prequel fic for Code Geass, Liar's Dice is finally here with its first chapter of what will be an exploration of the mid-90's in the CG universe. With a mix of familiar and new characters that aims to explore the CG world by digging into many parts which myself, and my Writing Partner Makarov, had been wanting to do for a while now. We both hope you will enjoy our take, ideas and more on the series that means a lot to us. I want to thank everyone who has been following me for all these years from back when I was working on my side fic for Code Geass: Colourless Memories written by NSBleach00 that got me into fanfic writing in the first place. Of which serves as an inspiration for some of the plots and characters in Liar's Dice. To my aborted

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In the student lounge at Dawn Mist High, the gorgeous Caramel Wilder was working on updating the school and her blog. She was stunning, and her skin tone was the reason for her name. She also possessed captivating tattoos on her body. She may've been sixteen, but since her parents operated a tattoo parlor, her father had given his permission as long as she didn't overdo it or request something inappropriate. Her mother had been less keen on the idea since their daughter wasn't an adult yet. However, it was her mother's job to assist in designing unique tattoos for everyone in the shop. So they'd reached a compromise of allowing three tattoos now where she could conceal them. Caramel brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face before employing Grammarly to spellcheck her blog. She'd finished updating the school blog and was now working on her own. She then heard a pretty voice say, “Hi, Caramel. Is this a bad time to join you?” Caramel looked up and saw her best friend