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The Foundhers | Chapter Nine
          	Logan gave another wave and began heading for the door just as Zavier summoned the courage to continue. “Actually, could… I ask you two some things? About this place?”
          	The smile that spread across Logan’s face could’ve lit up the room as he paused halfway out the door. “Ah! You’ve found the right members of the welcoming committee. Jace, mind if we talk to Zavier for a second?”
          	“As long as you don’t touch my bookshelves,” Jace replied. “And not for the whole time, okay? I still have my paper to finish with that book in your hands.”
          	“You act like I’m going to talk all night,” dismissed Logan. 
          	“I’ve met you, talk box,” Jace challenged, arms draping just outside of the pocket and chin on the lip of the fabric. Logan sighed and reached up with his free finger, nudging Jace’s head in banter, and nodded. Zavier marveled at their interaction. If a finger came anywhere near his head, he’d panic. Even if it were his friends, it was no small amount of trust to do something like that. 
          	“Alrighty, let’s get cracking. Oh, I should ask,” Logan said pointing at Zavier. “Do you prefer that I sit on the bed over there? Or, like, on the floor? Closer to eye-contact and all that?” 
          	“Um… the bed’s fine.”
          	“Great! I don’t like sitting on the floor if I don’t have to,” grinned Logan. He sat down on the bed casually and gave Zavier an expectant nod. 
          	“Right,” Zavier felt his heart pounding hollowly, warning him of all the other experiences he’d had before, and asked, “You all are really friendly. Like, really, friendly. Is this place why?” 
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The Foundhers | Chapter Nine
          Logan gave another wave and began heading for the door just as Zavier summoned the courage to continue. “Actually, could… I ask you two some things? About this place?”
          The smile that spread across Logan’s face could’ve lit up the room as he paused halfway out the door. “Ah! You’ve found the right members of the welcoming committee. Jace, mind if we talk to Zavier for a second?”
          “As long as you don’t touch my bookshelves,” Jace replied. “And not for the whole time, okay? I still have my paper to finish with that book in your hands.”
          “You act like I’m going to talk all night,” dismissed Logan. 
          “I’ve met you, talk box,” Jace challenged, arms draping just outside of the pocket and chin on the lip of the fabric. Logan sighed and reached up with his free finger, nudging Jace’s head in banter, and nodded. Zavier marveled at their interaction. If a finger came anywhere near his head, he’d panic. Even if it were his friends, it was no small amount of trust to do something like that. 
          “Alrighty, let’s get cracking. Oh, I should ask,” Logan said pointing at Zavier. “Do you prefer that I sit on the bed over there? Or, like, on the floor? Closer to eye-contact and all that?” 
          “Um… the bed’s fine.”
          “Great! I don’t like sitting on the floor if I don’t have to,” grinned Logan. He sat down on the bed casually and gave Zavier an expectant nod. 
          “Right,” Zavier felt his heart pounding hollowly, warning him of all the other experiences he’d had before, and asked, “You all are really friendly. Like, really, friendly. Is this place why?” 
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The Foundhers | Chapter Eight Teaser
          
          “So, we have this… quirk… that we do when we get home or when we have new arrivals. It’s just something fun. Just a heads up, you’re probably going to get overwhelmed and you’re gonna want to cover your ears,” Skylar said, lock clicking open as she stepped inside.
          “W-what? Why?” Zavier felt himself shrinking into the shadows of the hood, flinching as he glimpsed Skylar’s hands at the edge of the hood. He spotted a dozen different shoes on the rack to the left of the door. The main entrance was completely open with a chandelier illuminating the hard wood with warm light. The hallway extended from one side of the house to the other, which seemed to stretch far beyond what Zavier thought possible.
          There was a staircase set further back which seemed to ascend three floors, from what he could see, and rooms to the left and right, both seeming like living rooms or study areas. Ceilings towered above them, making him crane his neck all the way back just to see it. Zavier could hear sounds echoing through the hallways and glimpsed a few moving shapes, but nothing discernable.
          Before he could look further, he noticed Skylar raise her hands to her mouth in a makeshift megaphone and shout, “Foundhers! We’ve got company!” Her voice was shrill and powerful like a Navy captain’s whistle.
          Sound in the rest of the house stopped before the sounds of approaching footsteps began practically shaking the ground. 
          
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Greetings and salutations my friends,
          
          The final votes are in and though we are a few hours away from it concluding, I believe the final tally is set.
          
          Human Female & Borrower Male
          
          I'm excited for the prospects of what this kind of dynamic is going to bring. I'm already seeing a lot of dynamics playing between these two, but we have one more decision before getting into the meat of the story, and that is AGE!
          
          How old are our protagonists?
          
          We have quite a few combinations to consider so I'll have what I think might be the most popular in the poll (or as many as the options will allow), BUT if you think of another combination, please put it in the comments below.
          
          Also, what should their names be? Suggestions? Comment those too!
          
          Thank you all for your support and I hope you enjoy the story to come.
          
          Cheers and, as always, stay awesome!
          ~Narrans
          
          
          
          
          Young Female (7-10) X Young Male (13-16)
          
          Teen Female (13-17) X Young Male (13-16)
          
          Adult Female (18 - 35) X Young Male (13-16)
          
          Senior Female (55+) X Young Male (13-16)
          
          Young Female (7-10) X Adult Male (18-35)
          
          Teen Female (13-17) X Adult Male (18-35)
          
          Adult Female (18 - 35) X Adult Male (18-35)
          
          Senior Female (55+) X Adult Male (18-35)
          
          Young Female (7-10) X Senior Male (55+)
          
          Teen Female (13-17) X Senior Male (55+)
          
          Adult Female (18-35) X Senior Male (55+)
          
          Senior Female (55+) X Senior Male (55+)

Rogue20_OP

@Narrans Teen Female x Young Male for me.
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bellametre

Teen Female x Young Male. And I think the names Lena and Farris could be fun!
Responder

RebeccaWatkinson

Teen Female (13-17) x Young Male (13-16)
Responder

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The Foundhers | Chapter Seven Teaser 
          
          Words refused to form. Zavier was shaking too hard. Blood pounded in his ears. He was lucky to hear her in the first place. Between the rain and the incessant hum in his ears, Zavier could barely hear anything other than his terror ridden thoughts. 
          I’m dead. 
          I’m so dead. 
          This… I… I’m getting taken. 
          I can’t do anything. 
          Frack! 
          Zavier struggled to look up into her face. The deluge of rain fell all around, practically drowning the minimized teenager. He began to back away on all fours, crawling quickly, when he heard her say, “Looks like you need a hand, yeah?” Every muscle seized. He watched as she began to extend her hand toward him. Instinct reeled him away from his panic and his voice erupted out of him like an explosion out of the barrel of a canon. 
          “G-g-get away from me!” Zavier shrieked. He managed to scramble to his feet, images of extended fingers reaching out ready to encase him in his mind. He saw Damian. He saw his other tormentors. Every teacher. Every student. Each person who had grabbed, pinched, and squeezed him resided in the figure in front of him and his only thought was to get away. 
          
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Greetings and salutations my friends,
          
          Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and marvelous holiday season to those who don't.
          
          It is by the skin of its teeth! But the votes are in on this and it turns out many of you are interested in Prompt Three. I am thrilled about how many of you responded and have given suggestions on the matter. In case you've forgotten, here is the prompt once more.
          
          Prompt Three | 
          
          As an experienced Borrower of the woods, you know that the things that go bump in the night are real. All of those weird cryptids. All of the strange stories. Every campfire spook is really and truly out there, and you know how to avoid them all. The thing is, the humans don’t. Usually, you stay away, but this time it’s a lost kid lured away from their parents. The kid is in danger, but you will be too if you reveal yourself. What do you do?
          
          To be completely clear, I will eventually cover all of the prompts should this go well, but this is the first of many in a bit of an experiment.
          
          Another decision lays before you all, and that is what combination of Borrower and human you want to see. Please vote down below ^.^ and don't be afraid to leave comments and suggestions on things you're interested in seeing from this series.
          
          Cheers and, as always, stay awesome!
          ~Narrans
          
          
          
          
          1. Human Female - Borrower Female 
          
          2. Human Female - Borrower Male 
          
          3. Human Male - Borrower Male 
          
          4. Human Male - Borrower Female

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The Foundhers | Chapter Six Teaser 
          Zavier clutched the strap of his duffle slung across his chest as he stood shakily and half jogged, half sped walk toward the nearby overpass. Each pound of his foot on the pavement was accompanied by a silent prayer that he made it in time. 
          Just a little further. Please! Dear God, please let me make it in time. One more step. Just another few steps and I’ll be there. Just a lit-.
          “Hhnnngg…!” Zavier’s entire body cramped, sending him crashing to his knees. It was sheer luck that Zavier’s duffle caught him as the teen collapsed as his muscles seized. 
          No! No no no! I was right there! 
          Zavier’s vision blurred, the sky above the same shade of nondescript gray, as his muscles and bones began cracking and contorting. It was impossible to breathe. Teeth squeaked as they ground together in a desperate attempt to silence the shriek of pain behind him. When the pain subsided, Zavier found himself draped over the top of the bag, hand about the width of the zipper teeth that rested under him. 
          His chest heaved as he caught his breath. The crushing disappointment mingled with frustration as Zavier pounded his fist into the fabric bag, head hung low, as his shoulders sagged. The strength in him moments ago vaporized. Defeat was bitter, yet it filled the teen through and through. He glanced hopelessly at his two bags and the now astronomical distance between him and the bridge, the path stretching out in what felt like continents away. 
          That’s just great. The only thing that could make this worse is…
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The Foundhers | Chapter Five Teaser 
          As his mom sat down and drank her coffee, Zavier looked at her - really looked. Both of his parents. His mom was beautiful. Dad noble, but exhausted. Even tired, he could still see the shining spark that was there before his incident - before his body triggered his Shifter curse. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to memorize their features. His dad’s thoughtful brow. The eyes he and his mom shared. 
          “Alright, time to go. Don’t want to be late,” said his dad. Zavier wanted to say something. He wanted to beg for just a moment longer, but resigned himself to silence. It wasn’t until he stood that, overwhelmed, he stepped up and hugged his mom tight. 
          “I love you, mom.” The words barely cleared before he felt his throat tighten. It was like some kind of action movie, the protagonist slipping beneath the descending metal door right before they clattered shut. Only this time it was his words instead of some charismatic antihero sliding under the door. 
          “Oh, sweetheart. I love you too.” Zavier memorized the way she said it, recorded it in his mind to never forget it. 
          “Zavier, time to go.”
          No. I don’t want it to be time. I’m not ready. Do I really want this? Will this make things better? Or will they just make things worse? 
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Here are the prompts for the "Vote Story." If you have any suggestions or things you'd rather see, put them in the comments. ~Narrans
          Prompt One |
          A team of Borrowers out in the wilderness searching the area for a new home. They’re part of a much larger group who was in an affluent home and some of them were spotted. Traps were set. The place was locked tight. They all realized they needed to leave. While the main group moves slower through the gardens and the parks in and around the home, there are smaller scouting groups. While venturing into the unknown, they come across a lot of different paths they can take; and, hopefully, they aren’t found.
          Prompt Two |
          In a place where magic is rampant for those bold enough to take it, Fae Folk are actively pursued, hunted. Without a bond with one, a human cannot perform magic. Many are able to hide, but humans with magic know how to hunt down these safe havens. As a Fairy, you’ve attempted to fight off the humans and save your kin, but end up horribly injured after a particularly vicious fight. Do you call out for help? Use the last of your strength to save yourself?
          Prompt Three |
          As an experienced Borrower of the woods, you know that the things that go bump in the night are real. All of the cryptids. All of the strange stories. Every campfire spook is really and truly out there, and you know how to avoid them all. The thing is, the humans don’t. Usually, you stay away, but this time it’s a lost kid lured away from their parents. The kid is in danger, but you will be too if you reveal yourself. What do you do?
          Prompt Four |
          You’re not a pirate. You’re an acquirer of rare and precious metals by possible nefarious means. You take jobs from time to time, and one job has you charge onto a rival boat to acquire deeds and maps. While there, you help yourself to a few ornamental boxes, especially one that is locked. When you finally get it open when all your shipmates go to bed, you’re stunned to find something -someone- inside.

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The Foundhers | Chapter Four Teaser
          All things Zavier didn’t want to deal with. What was the point anyway? It wouldn’t stop the torment. In fact, it would intensify it. Zavier was sure of it. 
          Who am I kidding? Everything I’m involved in immediately intensifies. My mom had to leave work early. Dad had a client meeting he was supposed to attend, but didn’t because he didn’t want me waiting for so long after school. I just complicate everything. 
          An exasperated sigh escaped the teen, frustration compiling. He was on the verge of attempting to convince himself otherwise when he heard something - something loud. 
          The shifter teen cautiously sat up and looked at his device. It wasn’t on. Nothing was playing. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He held his breath and nose in an attempt to pop his ears when recollection hit him. 
          It was his parents - and they were arguing. 
          A pit churned in his stomach and every instinct told him to shut it out. It wasn’t his business. They’d had arguments before, and sometimes their voices were a bit louder than they realized. They had always been a strong front and, sometimes, were passionate about the things they discussed. 
          This was different - because he heard his name. 
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Vote-Story? 
          
          Hey there Tall, small, and in the walls,
          
          I hope you all are enjoying the season(s) around you and that whether it's the holidays or the excitement on the new horizon you are enjoying time with friends and family, related or chosen. 
          
          I have a crazy idea and want to ask all of you. 
          
          I have an idea for a story that, ultimately, is a weekly fan voted experience. Based on the story and the situation the character is in, a few different options will be voteable and the most popular will be where the story goes. 
          
          Thoughts? 
          
          Thank you all so much for your time and your support. I seriously cannot even begin to thank each and every one of you for all you do. Seriously over the moon. Thank you again and let me know your thoughts in the comments and the poll above. 
          
          Cheers and, as always, stay awesome!
          ~Narrans