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January 1, 2024 at 4:31 pm #172061
We have one but we don’t use it and I’m not even sure if it works. Mum is thinking about getting it working for me though, so…
But…
I can say that Blades of Acktar are supposed to be free on Kindle, and I’ve read the entire series. It was about a year ago now, but i remember that I really liked them.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully š)January 1, 2024 at 4:35 pm #172064Awesome, I’m definitely going to try them! Thank you!
My two siblings and I all use Kindles and love them. If you have a library card, you might be able to get Libby, which you can send books to your Kindle with. And Kindle Unlimited is the subscription service we have–it’s like eight dollars a month, but it’s so worth it if you’re able to find a lot of books on there.
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
January 1, 2024 at 4:36 pm #172065Also, wait, are you British? If so, that’s really cool!Ā
I can’t keep up with where everyone lives on here XD.WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
January 1, 2024 at 4:55 pm #172070Also, wait, are you British?
XD, no, sorry. I live in America and was born here, but I am over a quarter German. I live in New England.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully š)January 1, 2024 at 5:04 pm #172071Oh, cool! No problem XD I just like noticing those things… I think @whalekeeper says Mum too even though she’s not British either. I’m kind of mixed European, but I think I have some German blood too!
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
January 1, 2024 at 5:08 pm #172074Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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Y’all wanna see a Parallel between a Mentor/Mentee characters?
Bc I just wrote this scene (not finished yet, needs some editing, LOL) for Fin’s possible future novel and realized how much of a parallel there is between him and Riker, hehe.
So, first off…Fin’s scene (this happens years before Leon/Riker’s first book, btw):
Bright sunlight crested down, warming his body from head to toe.
He had one job to complete.
One single job.
And he wasnāt going to back down.
Heād perform it perfectly, same as he always did.
Fin cocked his pistol and turned on his heel to face the prisoners before him.
His finger rested on the trigger, and he rose the Luger.
These men, these prisoners, these dogs were about to get what they deserved, and rightly so.
One shot.
Two.
Three.
Three men crumbled against the brick wall, lifeless.
Two more shots; only one left.
This was his life.
His purpose.
His meaning.
He was alive only for this.
He had to be.
This had to finally be everything heād always craved.
The last man turned away from the wall.
Fin rose an eyebrow, providing his luger with another barrel of bullets.
No one, no one dared to ever turn away from the wall.
What did the man, the pig, think he was doing?
Fin scoffed. āFool.ā
The manās brown eyes roved over two of the still figures, undoubtedly his sons. Tears brightened his eyes.
The man turned; he met Finās gray eyes.
What filthy prisoner dared to look him in the eyes?
Fin rose the pistol to the elderly manās head.
He had an order to follow, and he intended to do just that.
With water coursing down his cheeks, the man rose one hand, his fingers, his hands, his arm, his entire body shaking from head to toe. In a voice that creaked with pain and gargled by emotion and tears, he spoke slowly, hoarsely. āGod forgives you, and-and so do I.ā
Finās fingers slipped.
His luger clanged against the hard ground.
His body trembled from head to toe.
He turned and ran.
His boots slid on the ground.
People milled about, working, beaten, starved.
The stench of death filled his nostrils.
Fin retched, tumbled, and collapsed behind a small building.
His hands shook almost violently.
Pits waited before him, filled with the smell of decay.
Tears coursed down his cheeks.
Yet Fin saw clearly for the first time years.
He retched again.
The gas chambers.
The crematorium.
The camp itself.
It all smelled of deathā¦disregard for life.
Innocent lives were destroyed.
Innocent people had been killed.
Innocent families were torn apart for eternity.
Innocent menā¦womenā¦childrenā¦babiesā¦killed, many by his own hands.
Blood stained his fingers.
Finās knees rose to his chest; he wrapped his arms around his legs and pulled them close. He rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
And head pounding, tears coursing down his cheeks, he cried, moaned, āā¦Oh Godā¦what have I done?ā
and Riker’s scene, from Freedom’s Fire, Leon/Riker’s first novel:
Fin showed him everything.
The barracks. The kitchen. The work areas. The factory.
Riker saw less than half alive men at each place all starving and beaten, bodies sunk in and hollow.
Fin showed him the medical ward where men were barely, if at all, taken care of and where others were even killed.
And finally, Fin had shown himā¦the gas chamber and the crematorium.
The crematorium was where the smell was coming from.
The gas chamber was where unsuspecting men, women, and evenā¦children were marched to certain death.
Where they were gassed to death. They didnāt even know what was coming.
And thenā¦their bodies were burned.
Riker retched and stumbled backward. He leaned against a brick building to steady himself. His entire body trembled.
Those people had marched into the jaws of death and didnāt even know it until it was too late.
Riker retched again as the burning smell filled his nostrils.
He had joined the SS rather than the Wehrmacht so he wouldnāt have to kill anyone.
But in the end, he was still a murderer.
He had killed unsuspecting, innocent people. Hundredsā¦thousandsā¦millions of innocent people.
āWater?ā
It took Rikerās swimming mind a moment to realize Fin was offering him a canteen of water.
Riker took the canteen with shaking hands. āThank you.ā
āItās not easy to see, but I thought you had a right to know whatās going on.ā
āAll those peopleā¦why were they arrested and taken here?ā
āSome of them on political reasons, being communists. Others because they didnāt listen to Hitler. The others, most of them being Jews, are only here because Hitler and every other Nazi for that matter hates them.ā
āInnocent people have been killed,ā Rikerās head throbbed, āand I helped murder them.ā
Finās gray eyes sparked with concern. āRiker, you didnāt know that this was going on.ā
āIt doesnāt matter,ā Riker breathed; his body continued to tremble, āI still killed thousandsā¦millionsā¦of innocent people. They didnāt even knowā¦they didnāt realize.ā
āRiker, you canāt only blame yourself.ā
āI could have done something. But instead, I-I did nothing. I did whatever I was told and did nothing to object. I should have realizedā¦I should have guessed something was going on. I was such an idiot.ā
Fin squeezed his shoulders. āYou didnāt know. We canāt stop what we donāt know about. You know what? Yes, people have died. But God has a purpose for you being here.ā
āGod would never have a plan for someone like me.ā Riker closed his eyes and pulled away. He ran his hand along the scar on his left cheek.
The ever-constant reminder of the past he fought to forget.
And now, a reminder of what he was.
A murderer. And nothing but one.
āRikerā¦ā
āIāve killed menā¦womenā¦childrenā¦babies, and I did nothing to stop it.ā
āYou didnāt know what was going on.ā
Riker turned on Fin, but he dropped the canteen and stumbled. Fin grabbed his arm, stopping him from falling, but Riker pulled away. āIt doesnāt matter. I still killed them. My hands are stained with bloodā¦ā Riker paused, and a sob escaped his throat, guttural and deep.
He sank to the ground, hands covering his face.
Tears coursing down his cheeks, he whispered, moaned, āā¦Oh Godā¦what have I done?ā
January 1, 2024 at 5:42 pm #172080@freedomwriter76
This is one of the saddest parallels ever!!!!
and itās hard to think of Fin in that light, poor boy
also reading this I was reminded of the scene in Blackwidow where Yelena tells Melina that the girls being brainwashed was her
itās like those sudden realization moments that really grip people
Do me a favorā¦. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneJanuary 1, 2024 at 6:03 pm #172083@freedomwriter76
WHYYYYYYYYY? THIS IS SO SAD!
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333January 1, 2024 at 6:07 pm #172084@freedomwriter76
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Why??
Just why?? š„ŗ That’s so sad.
Flaz: *yawns* Did the sun just come up? In the west?
January 1, 2024 at 6:27 pm #172091@freedomwriter76
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Write what should not be forgotten. ā Isabel Allende
January 1, 2024 at 6:27 pm #172092Apparently I had already made that exact post before so I had to add an extra emoji XD
Write what should not be forgotten. ā Isabel Allende
January 1, 2024 at 11:37 pm #172131@freedomwriter76
Okay…someone invent a time machine so I can go back to when Riker was a boy and take him away before all that happened, then I’ll do it to Fin too, and Hans…
Then you’ll do it to Chase, and we’ll be good!
XD
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully š)January 1, 2024 at 11:48 pm #172133*steeples fingers together and sets elbows on table*
@freedomwriter76 @savannah_grace2009 @idk, anyone’s welcome
I discovered Alpha’s greatest fear (I’m very proud of myself).
At first, Alpha, to me and to my charries, seems fearless. Sometimes he also seems heartless (like the time he almost murdered a doctor because the doctor obeyed orders and killed those who were to become Alpha’s brothers.)
Many think (even his family) his worst fear is a medical needle, and his worst enemy is Grathmere. I thought that too, but I was wrong.
“Weakness leads to failure. Failure leads to helplessness.”
To be helpless is his worst fear, and his worst enemy is actually himself.
He’s gonna have an interesting arc…there is so much about him that just must change, or he will never, everĀ rise above.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully š)January 2, 2024 at 10:12 am #172150@freedomwriter76
Awww, that’s so sad! š The parallelism is really cool though.
@rae Ooh, that’s a great fear for a villain! Very relatableWE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
January 2, 2024 at 1:44 pm #172187@freedomwriter76
Oh… that’s very interesting. it seems like quiet a parallel… I guess it’s a conclusion anyone in their right mind might come too when working in such a awful place. I had no idea Fin had such a similar backstory! Fin becomes one of the good guys, right?
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
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