MAGICAL DOOR RP!

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MAGICAL DOOR RP!

MAGICAL DOOR RP!

You wake up in the morning to hear a strange, entrancing music coming from downstairs.You quickly throw on a bathrobe and slippers and run down to investigate.

At the foot of the stairs is a door you've never seen before. The music is coming directly from it, and you feel a strong desire to open it and step in. But you don't. You get dressed and call your friends.

Here's the way this works: it's a magical door that can lead you anywhere.

The first person to post gets to live in the house where the door is. The door was made by an evil wizard (me) that sends you to a certain location.

In this location, there is one person that is willing to help you get out, and the others are just pretending. If you follow the people that are pretending, that's your doom.

If you want you can have a special power, but nothing too big. For example, your power could be that your left arm is very strong.

Okay! That's about it! Just one more thing; because the evil wizard controls the door, I will be the one choosing where you go.

Name: Xelphenia, but her fake name is Rachel.

Age: immortal unless slayed.

Appearance: She seems like she's made of shadow. She's very tall and always wears a black cloak that covers her whole body; black smoke curls from the hems.The hood is pulled over so you cannot see her face, but she will take it off when she's going to fight. She has storm gray eyes and long flowing black hair.

Personality: Crafty, scheming, quick-witted, and full of evil. Especially hates children.

Any Special power: SHE'S A WITCH

Other: ??

submitted by St.Owl, age 10
(February 23, 2015 - 4:45 pm)

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(March 17, 2015 - 1:52 pm)

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submitted by Top, age Top, Top
(March 28, 2015 - 7:14 am)

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submitted by Top, age Top, Top
(March 30, 2015 - 3:52 pm)

As soon as I step in, my friends have disappeared. That's weird. And i'm underwatrer. Also weird. 

I swim as well as I can, given that I've had, like, three swimming lessons in my life. I'm a runner, not a swimmer. I kick towards what looks like a huge cluster of bubbles.

And then I see them.
Merpeople.

A gasp escapes my mouth, instantly forming bubbles as I hover in the water. One turns towards me, trident raised. He gives me a questioning glance. And then he sees my legs.

He swims over to another merman, talking quietly and gesturing often. The merman swims over.

I flinch, ready for possible violence.

Instead, he takes me by the arm and leads me into the town.

I'm dazzled by what I see--towering buildings of coral, a goergous palace of shells.

This is the stuff of fairytales-and I'm in it.

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Sorry, super short post, I've got my local libary's poetry contest to attend to! 

submitted by Carolion K, age Classified, North Pole
(March 30, 2015 - 7:31 pm)

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submitted by Top, age Top, Top
(April 6, 2015 - 12:40 pm)