#PlanetOrPlastic National Geographic entry. A small bungalow stands alone amidst an endless sand horizon. Its once brightly painted shingles look as though they have become bone; bleached by the sun and smoothed through decades of sandstorms...

Luna comes from a not so good home, her mom constantly bullies her and her dad always comes home drunk, parents always yelling. When Luna discovers Vocaloid, she becomes a huge fan and starts doing cmvs and covers. Soon she becomes something more than that...

We are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.

Willow is completely happy. Then she's taken from her normal life and dumped into a royal nightmare. '...she knew without a doubt her mother had known what she had been writing, and she would never lie like that. Somehow, for some reason, Prince Roger of Fengland was her father. But who wanted a prince for a father? Maybe a girl who had never grown up with the freedom of her kind of life. Maybe a girl who had been raised to adore the storybook princess. But not Willow Maria Jane Cartier. She had been born a gypsy and she wanted nothing to do with her 'father'.' - Chapter 2 'Half-Brother?'

"How did you find this place?" Zia asked the King, speaking for the first time since entering the tent. "I've been searching for the location of your Headquarters for months- years, really." Donathan admitted. "We only found it when we got wind that two new recruits would be coming here today. My men tailed them here this morning and sent for me as soon as they were certain of the location." The tent was silent. Finally Arch said thoughtfully, "You say you come to negotiate?" The King nodded. "Very well, then," Arch said, "I will oblige. If I do answer your plea, can I insure that this camp and all those who live in it will remain protected and untouched?" Donathan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe you can." "And," he went on, "can I trust that this place will remain secret to the outside world?" "My men are sworn into secrecy," the King assured him. Arch fell silent once again. This quiet seemed to last longer than all the others. Zia wanted to know what he would say, and His Highness and Jay appeared to be in the same boat. "Very well, then," Arch said, stretching forth his hand for the King to shake. "When shall we sort out the details?" Cover made by the incredibly talented @italychick