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How can I know you're Laughing Man if that was gone? D=

He's afraid to. =/

I think season 3 is perfectly fine and enjoyable! Though I didn't even know anything about King Sombra, so I my expectations weren't there.

My Fair Lady music? Try that next?

Honestly I'd go with an epic too. With chapters people have reasons to review certain sections and be in anticipation of what's happening next. Also, for the second question, I'd love to! =D

No not once. Sorry bro. =/TPBM understands that the Beatles, are fantastic.

You guys are insane! But please post a second chapter, since it does fit what goes on in the Ambage well and people have a lot of questions to ask I'm sure.

Dreams are just dreams, don't worry yourself too much about them.

Oh man, thanks a lot. Really appreciate both reviews from you guys and thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it. =3 I'd like to just say that the Human/Bionicle idea isn't one I normally do, as I said before. It was kind of an experiment, and the new Red Star idea gave me an excuse to make it a somewhat bittersweet ending then just a bitter one. And I know cookies and marriage aren't in Bionicle at all and I totally agree with you guys that it does not belong in the Bionicle universe. Still, if I was going to make them human, I decided to go all the way.Second thing I just wanted to note, the "paradise" that the Toa of Stone sees was a future Spherus Magna, thought that'd be kinda cool. :BAgain, thanks guys! =D

I'm going to go with Yoda again as well.

You two should work it out among yourselves really...

I'm voting Yoda as well.

lolol

Hard work is hard work.

@Aderia: Man thanks a lot. For one you kinda just proofread the epic, and that is very much appreciated. It was awesome feedback, even too great really, and I'm not sure how to respond to it. =/ I'm glad you liked the characters, because that's really what I want with this epic and they'll be the main pull.@Sechs: Geez another huge review! Thank you so much for reading this, you really didn't have to get into such detail. A few things I wanted to reply to, and that's that I'm glad you like how I've done the characters and I can't wait to expand more on the lives of Sarah and Isaac. Thanks for the comments on my writing as well, since I have been told my comma placement isn't the greatest, so I'll look out for that. ALSO, the world isn't completely clear yet or explained too much. I honestly am still working out those details, cause I'm not positive how it's formed yet. But for the few things I'm sure of already, I'll try to add more information about that. You're right it's pretty vague... I will say though, that in the world, vegetation is abundant during the spring and fall, but in the summer and winter it's a tougher.Thank you both for the reviews, it's totally awesome to get some people reading this, and I hope you stay with it and enjoy it. =D

I thought the Lesovikk's Hiatus Contest, was on hiatus :U

Rainy Days Part 3: In the Kitchen with Dinah The first thing he noticed was that his boots were missing.He pushed his arms against the cushions of the couch, shifting to get a closer look near the heater. Isaac took a deep breath, and exhaled. Bringing a hand to his face to rub his eyes, he glanced at the other end of the couch and found his sister missing.A slight dripping noise could be heard from above, and he followed the sound to a leak in the roof of the basement. It was only one drop of water every few seconds, which was being caught by a bucket that was overflowing.It must have rained all night…Slowing moving off from the couch, the boy stood up and stretched, the blood flowing naturally through his body once more. He moved over to the heater and searched around it, placing a hand on the furnace to keep himself steady.“Ow!” he exclaimed, moving his hand away from the hot steel.“Your shoes aren’t there.”Isaac turned to find his dad standing at the doorway. His father placed a finger to his lips and gestured to the two kids still sleeping on the floor. The rest of their family was already up and about. He waved a hand toward him.Isaac moved to the stairs and followed his father. Inside the kitchen, he found himself surprised.Pots, pans, silverware and other ornaments … gone.“What happened?” Isaac asked, though he already knew the answer. Delilah.“She’s gone. And she’s out looking for her.”“Who is?” Isaac questioned with confusion on his face.“Sarah. She’s left in search of Delilah.”***Her blond hair reached only to her shoulders and it just didn’t have the thickness she wanted. It was straight, and if Sarah was asked she would say she preferred curls, like she used to have when she was younger.Still, she had tied her hair up in a ponytail to make sure none of it got in her eyes. She wanted a clear view of the Market.It wasn’t the most beautiful spot she could picture at the moment. The storm had really taken some damage on the old plaza. The scene was gray and somber as people moved to and fro, buying what they could before the next storm hit. A swift wind rustled through the streets covering over the calls from the venders about what they had and “sales”. The wind wasn’t chilling, but instead very humid. The clouds were blocking a lot of the sunlight so it wasn’t terribly hot out.Narrowing her eyes though, keeping a look out, Sarah stood in one of the alleys that exited out into the plaza, standing discreet and seemingly uninterested. Her back was to the wall, and her body was covered by some shadows from the buildings that created the small outlet.She could see a lot of faces as she quietly examined the tents and mats on the ground… but not the particular woman she was seeking.“Do you really think she’ll try to sell everything so quickly? She probably knows we’re looking for her.”Sarah turned, not surprised to find her brother behind her. He wore a light shirt, and she noted it was the same one he wore last night.“I know. But just in case. She might try to get rid of the evidence as soon as she can. If she knows I’m here, that’s fine. At least she won’t dare sell anything.”“You could have told me you were leaving.”“To be honest, Isaac, I’m not sure what I’ll do if I see her.”Her brother laughed lightly, and moved to the other side of the alley, placing his left foot up against the wall, mirroring his sister.“You said you saw her here before, right? Selling?”“Yeah. I’m certain she was here… But I can’t remember where I saw her, or with what tent,” Isaac looked down and shook his head, before responding further to his sister. “I could have had it wrong, and she could just have been a customer. Maybe she even found me at the market, and followed me home when she saw I could afford the food.”“It’s a possibility,” Sarah answered. Her gaze continued to fall on the street though, determined.***“You all be careful. Please be safe…”“We will,” David replied. He reached down and hugged Mary very gently. The old woman leaned in and kissed his cheek.“I know we haven’t all known each other long, but you’re like family to us,” she continued.“And you all always will be,” Joseph finished. “If anything ever happens, if you all ever need to return, please do. We’ll be here.”Sarah and Isaac stood next to their dad and tried to stay happy. But this was a saddening departure. Sarah stepped forward and hugged both her elders, followed by Isaac. Nearby on the ground were four stuffed bags of food and supplies for their journey. Taylor was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and she ran up and hugged David herself, followed by Aaron. The other smaller children were all standing around, some not old enough to fully understand what was going on.The kitchen, which had been cleaned out about a week back, was now somewhat stocked again. Thankfully most of what Delilah stole had been utensils and small but useful things. These were things they could always regain. The small unimportant things that held sentimental value for the family, were mostly left alone.“Are you sure you’ll all be okay?” David asked, concerned about the family members. They were such good people, but their ages were children and elderly. It would be easier for them if they stayed, but Mary and Joseph had told them to leave if they desired to move on and not to worry.“We’ll take good care of everyone,” Aaron, a sixteen year old boy promised and spoke up proudly. He didn’t often speak, but when he did it was with confidence. The young girl, Taylor, another orphan who had been adopted years ago, gave a reassuring nod.“Isaac…” Aaron started, moving forward to his friend.“Aaron,” Isaac nodded, embracing him firmly. “See you around, man. And soon.”“Yes.”“You stay safe okay?” Taylor told him as soon as Aaron moved away to talk with Sarah. The girl, only a year older then Isaac, reached out and hugged him as tight as she could. “Keep your sister out of trouble.”He laughed but started to choke up a little. “I heard you tell Sarah the same thing.”“It’s true for both of you,” she replied with a smile.All eyes were becoming misty, even after the family of three walked out the door. Even after they turned and waved and called out goodbyes and promises on the bright and partly cloudy day. Even after both families were long out of sight from each other, they kept thinking of when they’d see them again.***The small town wasn’t much, and even the tallest building was three stories high. Though there were a lot of alleys and plenty of apartments, the populace was still small. There were no large gangs and no independent corporations that demanded payment to enter and leave.Sarah glanced up, raising a hand to block out the sun. Half the sky was covered in clouds, murky and gray… but the occasional white cloud as well. And the sky was crystal blue. She thought back to the conversation a week ago about the world trying to heal itself, and wondered again if that were possibly happening.Then she thought of Delilah, and wanted to go back to that conversation so she could throw her out in the rain.Her dad walked ahead of her with two packs on his shoulders. It was a long walk ahead of them, and the sun was out blazing once more. But they had plenty of water and word that a near forest wasn’t too far off in this barren area. The landscape wasn’t normally this way in the spring and fall. Usually green grass was abundant and animals plenty. But because of the hot weather, most of the grass on the dirt trail before them was brown in color, and the gray clouds with occasional blue sky wasn’t enough to make it look as beautiful as it should be.Either way, Isaac reflect, the forest which was said to be miles ahead of them, before reaching the next known town, would have water sources.“It’s going to be a while before we stop, you all didn’t forget anything did you?” their father asked.“Don’t think so. But I will miss the others,” Isaac replied as he walked. The boy smiled, trying to be lively. He added, “And my shoes.”“You shouldn’t have told her that they were new,” Sarah spoke up, glancing down at his torn up ones that he wore.“Yeah well, we shouldn’t have told her a lot of things.”“It’s done,” David answered. “We made a mistake, one we’ll probably make again. It’s over either way.”Sarah stopped walking and turned her attention back to the town, now a short distance away.“We told her…”Her father and brother stopped and were about to ask what she had said when she completed her thought.“We told her when we were leaving, didn’t we?”Isaac thought about it for a moment, a cloud covering them in shadow from over head. “Yeah, we mentioned we’d be leaving in a week.”“Then she would have known, wouldn’t she?” Sarah turned to her father. “We need to go back. She’ll be there this time.”Her father stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head. “No. We’ll leave her be. We don’t need any of those things anyway.”“Dad, I went back to that plaza four times this week, looking for her. Just one more chance.”“I want to as well,” Isaac added, backing his sister up.His father laughed lightly. “You too huh? You think it’s worth going back there and confronting her?” He then gave a curious glance to his children, and placed his pack on the ground. He stretched his back a little, feigning oldness. “Let me ask you both, why do you want to go see her again?”Sarah gave the obvious answer. “I want our stuff back. What she did wasn’t right.”He nodded. “No it wasn’t. You can both leave if you want, and try to find her. But only on one condition.” He raised his index finger to them. “You won’t aggressively confront her, or demand anything back that she stole. You’ll simply ask, and if she says no, then I don’t want you causing any commotion. None. You understand?”His daughter hesitated, but she thought about it. Even if they were to demand things, which side would the people take if it got out of hand? Two children shouting at a poor woman didn’t paint the best picture.“Alright. That’s fine, I still want to talk with her.”“I’m coming,” Isaac reassured.“I’ll keep going on ahead then and set up camp. By myself.” He gave a small smile. “All alone.”Sarah and Isaac grinned in reply, before they broke away from their dad.“Hey, before you go,” their father called out.They turned toward him.“I don’t know what you both are expecting, but some people don’t need a reason for doing the things they do. They don’t care about what’s this and that, what’s right and wrong when they’re desperate. They just don’t understand you, or maybe you won’t understand them. Try listening to her when she speaks.”They watched him for a long moment, not sure of how to reply. But with a nod he let them go back. He was telling them to go back and see what he meant for themselves.***As usual the market was full. It was a bright day where a looming storm was nowhere to be seen on the horizon. People walked all around, moving to and fro. Children ran past them, happy to be out of their houses. The storm that passed last week didn’t seem to do permanent damage to the town, and a lot of the area was being repaired by the inhabitance that seemed in higher spirits.Sarah smiled as she moved with Isaac at her heel. It was almost a perfect time to go searching for the woman, if she was still here. The people covered them very well.Tents of various colors around them, they heard shouts and calls coming from every direction. Moving to one of the tents that sold vegetables, surprisingly fresh looking, the two of them bought themselves a tomato with their currency. They could eat these things like apples, and both enjoyed doing so.Sarah took a big bite out of hers, the red juices running down her mouth.“Ma’am, do you happen to know of a woman merchant around here, short black hair, younger and new to the trade? We have some business with her,” Isaac asked.“Three! It’ll cost you three, I’ve already told you!” The older woman had quite a bit of bark in her voice as she told off one of the near customers. When she turned back to the kids, she sounded as sweet as she was before. “I’m sorry children, no one comes to mind. There aren’t too many younger women here, except for Dinah. She’s working about ten shops down to your right. She’s very young, but she’s been selling for well over ten years now.” The old woman smiled.Sarah looked disheartened and raised a hand. “Ah, thanks. We appreciate your help.”“I’d help more if I could, and I know most of the owners here… You both are good kids. I hope you do go see Dinah though. She’s just lost her grandfather a little over a week ago. Poor thing,” she rambled on in sympathy. “Running the business herself now and trying to follow in his footsteps. Seeing some good kids would make her feel better, I think. He was such a nice man, always giving.”Isaac hesitated as Sarah started to walk away.“She lost her grandfather a week ago?”“That’s right, a few days ago. He was getting sick right before the storm. Nothing anyone could do I’m afraid.”“Thank you.”He ran up to his sister and grabbed her arm, just as a nearby wheelbarrow broke down in the distance the man cursing over his misfortune. A pile of things and rubbish poured out.“Hey, let’s go see that girl,” he prompted.“No. We need to head back. Dad’s probably waiting for us.”“That’s it? You’re just leaving?”“She’s not here Isaac. You heard what the old lady said. Delilah’s long gone.” she kept on walking as Isaac tried to keep up. “Why do you care to go see Dinah anyway?”“Because, that grandfather she was talking about, I think he’s the man that gave me those boots the other day…” Sarah kept walking. “Hey!” her brother exclaimed sharply, which was very unlike his usual calm voice.His sister turned around and stopped.“Why did you come out here anyway? Why do you want to talk with her? Do you really think she’d give us our stuff back?”Sarah shook her head and gave her little brother a look of disbelief.“I never cared about what she stole. She’d never give it back to us, and there was no way we were going to be able to take it back. We all knew that from the start.”His face betrayed him a little. He had thought that was the mission here.“I just wanted to talk with her. Wanted to let her know that, she could have had something good while she stayed with us. Instead she just ruined it.” After a few seconds, his sister smiled at him, coming around and throwing aside her reasoning on the matter. She placed a hand on his shoulder and started to lead him back into the plaza. “Come on. Let’s go talk to this girl.”He nodded, but kept his eyes toward the people ahead of them and not his sister.Why was it that every time he thought he understood what was on his family’s mind, he was mistaken by a large degree? Any time the plan was made obvious to the three of them, there was always something that his sister and father got, an unspoken agreement between the two that Isaac wasn’t a part of. Was it because of his age? Were they trying to protect him?No. That couldn’t be it. Because letting him on to the fact that they just were out to talk with Delilah didn’t shield him from anything.So that meant it was just Isaac himself. He wasn’t picking up the obvious signals, wasn’t seeing what they were seeing. Was he going to become that mature some day, and shouldn’t he already be? After all he been through everything his sister had over the years.Their steps went unheard among all the crowd of people as Isaac’s mind wandered through the street. He couldn’t settle his thoughts down as they reached the tent. But his first response to Dinah as they approached her from behind the counter was-“Hello, my name is Isaac. You’re grandfather left me some shoes…”His voice trailed off and his eyes widened in surprise as he took sight of the blond woman. The hand on his shoulder tightened, and he heard Sarah exhale.A slim body and golden hair that fit her well, her lips pursed together as she caught sight of the children. Her eyes narrowed and her beauty dimmed slightly. But despite the change in hair and the discard of old clothing, it was obvious the woman standing before them was Delilah.***It was kind of ridiculous.It wasn’t as though she stole anything of importance to Sarah’s family. It wasn’t as though she had taken so much that they couldn’t survive another day, and it wasn’t so deep a betrayal from a close friend. But still, the girl loathed her.They had let her get so close… what if something had gone terribly wrong? What if she had harmed them?“If you don’t leave, I’ll start to call the local enforcements,” she said calmly, but with narrow eyes as though she thought they were going to do something to her.Local enforcements did not uphold a law of the country, which had long been discarded by society. But in most towns there were a group of people that laid down the rules and laws of a village which in some manner did uphold the peace. There weren’t many enforcers and it varied in number for every town. The larger governments, the ones that started to spread influence were more powerful, but for here, most of the men were just honest people trying to make sure others had structure.“We’re not causing you any trouble,” Isaac spoke up. “We just wanted to talk with you for a second.”“Leave.”“You’re grandfather gave me those boots. Last week. I just wanted to thank him…”“He’s not-”“We know,” Sarah interrupted. “So we came by to tell Dinah thank you, on his behalf.”She stared them down, eyes narrow and still. She was waiting. Figuring out what they would do first. But Sarah and Isaac knew they couldn’t do anything to her, nor would they.“You’re welcome… thank you.”“He was a good man, and I’m sorry he passed away,” Isaac finished. “I guess you didn’t want to forget about him? So you wanted my shoes or…”Dinah shook her head and started looking out in the plaza, trying to see if anyone was on their way to her shop, anything that would give her an excuse to avoid them. Sarah noticed her nervousness, but not with this confrontation. It was probably just talking about her grandfather, that was the difficult part, she realized. She started with a sigh.“I didn’t have anywhere to go, alright?” she finally admitted. “We knew in advance that he was going to die. And on the week before, he just started giving people discounts, giving things away… He didn’t even care about where I was going, or what I was going to do next. How could I take care of the shop without those things? Why was he leaving me with so little?”Her face looked so broken, so unsure.“I’ve lived here my whole life, and he’s always been there for me… So, when I saw him give the boots to Isaac- I don’t know. I had to get them back. They weren’t yours. It was my choice to get rid of them since he wouldn’t be around much longer.”“So you took the rest of the things to support yourself?”“To make up for what he gave away, yes. He was older, and he was starting to lose his senses in the end.”“That doesn’t give you any excuse-” Isaac started.“And you know who I am? You know what I’m going through right now? Don’t justify me… I didn’t take that much! Your family will be okay with what they had. But how could I be sure about my future?”It was starting to make sense. With slow income and a lack of supplies to support herself, Delilah would have no future. She’d never been outside the city, living here her whole life with no other immediate family. Sarah couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her, the anger she had ebbing away. Where would she herself be without her own family, her father and brother?But why would her grandfather, her caretaker, want to remove everything he could from her? Sarah thought over what she knew, from the moment she had met this woman to now.Caught in the rain and pounding on the door calling for help.“I highly doubt… that humans can form any kind of safe society. If you’re heading west, you know how bad it is back there. How they say the east is spreading to the west… I’m staying here.”“She’s just lost her grandfather a little over a week ago. Poor thing, running the business herself now and trying to follow in his footsteps.”“What do you want? Just to come here and remind me of everything I’ve done? Leave!” Her mouth was closed tight as she finished, with shaking shoulders the woman moved her arm to the curtain that covered the opening of the tent. She half closed it with a sharp tug and began to walk away.“Wait! Dinah, please, come with us!”Dinah stopped in mid-step, surprised.Isaac turned to his sister, equally stunned by her turn around.Arm outstretched to stop the curtain, she held her other hand out. Her blond hair was splashed over her shoulders and she had a slight smile to her face. She looked like a woman who finally understood the puzzle in front of her.“Please, do come with us,” she started. “I remember how surprised we were when we learned that Isaac had been given such a great gift, and I thought, what a nice man. He was too nice a man to simply leave his granddaughter with nothing. And he didn’t.”“He left me alone…”“But you met us, you aren’t alone. And you can follow us now, and find a home with us.” Her small smile grew a little, and her fingers outstretched further. “He knew you’d be alone, and that’s why I think he was trying to break down what he had built up around you. He wasn’t trying to tie you down to this place, this town. He wanted you to move on, and not stay attached to things that weren’t important.”Isaac gave a small smirk, impressed with how his sister was reasoning all this out. That had been the answer. The old man had given up everything for his daughter. After all, what was more important to him than her? It wasn’t as though he had left her nothing. But he had removed everything she needed and enough money to get her started for wherever she wanted to go. It was why he was selling everything in the first place.All around the three, the world continued on in a flowing motion, people moving through the course of their daily lives. Anyone who had been interested in the small shop immediately became disinterested at the sight of the two children who were taking the owner’s time. People laughed and conversed, walked around them. These three stood still for just a moment. The moment of truth.Her eyes watered, and she half-heartedly laughed. “Where could I go?”Her voice was quiet.“I’ll show you,” Sarah answered.***As their steps hit the pavement, the two shadows of Sarah and Isaac waved and flowed across the landscape. The sun was setting and the air was becoming cooler. They had been walking for about four miles and had finally caught sight of the forest in the distance. Their father was at the edge, but far enough away from the trees. A small campfire was crackling before his hunched over body. He glanced upward as though he instinctively sensed his children, and gave a wave.Since they left town, things had been mostly silent between them. But their moods were soaring high.With a large wave from both, they made the rest of the journey in full sprint.*** One Week Later Taylor didn’t have daily routine, in fact it was opposite. Every morning when she woke up, she wasn’t sure what the trial or issue or errand was going to be for the day. They had enough food for the next couple days, but maybe water was running low. Or their clothes were clean, but one of the children had ripped a whole in their shirt.The only absolute thing was Mary, right in the mornings.Taylor made her way upstairs, moving her shoulders and stretching her body slightly. She smiled as her bare feet touched against cooler wooden floor. As soon as she got back downstairs, she was putting on socks.Making her way to Mary’s door, she knocked lightly. She waited a moment. No reply.As usual.She gently turned the knob, pushing open the door to find her nana slightly snoring in bed. Taylor moved to the side of the bed, and whispered for her to wake up.It was only a minute later and the two were making their way down stairs. Mary couldn’t do it herself, and just needed a hand to stay steady. Taylor was her cane for the morning, and she didn’t mind being it once a day. Long before Joseph had argued that his wife should sleep downstairs, but his old wife wouldn’t have it.“The day I can’t get up those stairs on my own, is the day I die,” she had explained.“You already can’t get up those stairs,” he replied with slight amusement in his voice.“I can, I just like having company on the way up there.”Taylor wouldn’t ever forget those words, and it made her determined to always accompany Mary for as long as possible.Off the final step, their hands released from one another and Mary slowly shuffled over to the kitchen.“It smells wonderful in there,” she said, delightfully.“Oh, we’ve got a feast cooking.”They entered the kitchen to the sound of sizzling eggs and meat, a scent overflowing the house and strong in the kitchen. Joseph sat at the table, tinkering with an old fashioned oil lamp which had been leaking fluids. At the stove, Aaron was over the skillet intently watching the eggs.“Hey are you coming!?” he called out loudly. “The white of the egg are getting brown!”“Don’t shout, Aaron,” Joseph corrected.“Coming! Hold on I’ve got them!” A voice called from the basement.Dinah rushed into the room holding some onions and tomatoes, and placed them down at the counter next to the old oven. “You start chopping these up okay? Just like we did yes- Wait! What’s the skillet doing here?”“You said keep the burner off!” Aaron argued.“And remove it from the burner, otherwise it’ll stay hot!” she laughed lightly.“Oh!” he exclaimed in surprise. “Is it ruined?”“No, no! We’ll get it right, hold on.”There was a scramble as Taylor joined them, asking what she could do to help. A few of the younger children who could smell their morning breakfast by now, made their way into the kitchen and at the table. Things were getting a little messy, as Aaron didn’t chop the onions into small enough pieces and cut himself slightly. Taylor couldn’t locate any bandages, so Joseph had to get up and grab the plates, leaving his oil lamp alone. The ham they had been able to receive from Dinah’s supplies in the basement had a slight char to it. And by the time everything was done, the eggs were a little overcooked.But around the table at the start of their day, as they ate, it was voted upon and decided that the breakfast was obviously a good one.

I'm here because of you, Fisher. :3 If you ever leave, what's the point?(Oh yeah, stories and other friends may have little to do with it)