The Honor Spren

I need help, this is for an assignment I was supposed to turn in on Thursday. What is the meaning of adulthood? (Replies will become irrelevant by tomorrow, it will either be turned in or too late.)

"He's right!" Maggie exclaims, pointing a finger at Thow, "I've been just standing here, waiting for Raven to respond to my introduction for 23 days! This is worse than my childhood spent in the Hushlands! I need to read!" She then runs off, shouting about havingto re-read Mistborn, in order to be prepared for Shadows of Self.

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I, the beautiful and articulate Honor Spren, sign this petition.

When you get really sad, because a you know your friend will never understand the reference you make in this text message:

I have a few elephant jokes. . . How do you keep an elephant from charging? Why do ducks have flat feet? Why do elephants wear sandals? What is the difference between an elephant and a plum?

Oooh, I know. During seminary last week, we all went outside to see the cloud left over from a rocket launch, and it was amazing.(I didn't have my iPod on me at the time, but I found a picture of what it looked like online.)

Granted, but your bane is that you will always, always, have Frosty the Snowman playing in the back of your head. It's enough to drive a man insane. O.OI want. . . An idea for a boon request, 'cause I got nothin'.

Time to start a freckle-on-your-left-palm club.

A bored mind, some yarn, and a home made cardboard loom, had resulted in this. It's too small to be a scarf, and I would never need one anyway, so I don't know what to do with it. (And for you ADHD people out there, that is a freckle on my left hand, not a peice of dirt.)

No, I just know there is an army base there because, one of my friends is military, and their jets are always flying overhead. (My Dad is an engineer, it's top secret but, if the army ever starts wielding light sabers, you'll know where they came from )

First, remember that aforementioned trip to the store? My parents came back, but they didn't just get bagels, they also got eggo waffles, and potstickers, and beef jerky. Mmm. . . Second, red plums are, and always will be, better than black plums. Third, Erbferb Atinlerb is so unferb to peakserb. Nlyoerb rueterb Ineaspherb ndaerb Erbferb ansferb illwerb nderstanduerb.

I found this, but the only fanfics that seemed any good were the ones by our own FeatherWriter, and they are out dated.

Cinnamon raisin bagels must be eaten with butter, onion bagels are eaten with cream cheese, blueberry bagels can go either way, and egg bagels are used in bagel sandwiches. Donuts. . . I like jelly filled, and sprinkle, and chocolate, and old-fashioned cake, and glazed, and maple bacon, and, and. . . donuts. . . Umnumnum Ahem, sorry about that. The worst part is we're out of bagels, . But my parents are at the store. . . Excuse me while I make a phone call.

Anti-humor? You?

Where are you moving to? You live in a military family, right?*crosses fingers and hopes for Cape Canaveral Florida*

Don't worry about it, it happens to all of us at some point or another.

Disclaimer: Before I explain this to you guys, I want you to know I realize this sounds a lot like a Cosmere knockoff, but I came up with most of this stuff before I even knew about the Cosmere! So cut me some slack. . . My world/interconnected universe is known in my head as "The Seven Realms", mainly because I haven't come up with a cool name for it yet. Magical creatures: The whole worlds are all inhabited by spirits, some more than others. People can (and frequently will) make contracts with these spirits. They are either the source or involved in other ways with the magic systems in the realms. World stuff: this place is called The Seven Realms because, there are, well, seven realms. Basically it's seven parallel worlds, each with their own magic system. (Except for two of them, but we'll get to those later.) They could be shown in this diagram that looks sort of like at stack of pancakes, with the top ones being safer, and the bottom ones being very dangerous. My iPhone is about to die, I'll post more on this later.

Friendly heads up, most people around here frown upon reawakening a lifeless thread (some call it necroing). If you want to talk about this stuff, make a new one. I, personally, don't mind, but some people are really touchy about it.

After this whole marsh-voidbringer thing is resolved, you will be teleported into Utah, which means "top of the mountains" in some Native American language. Neither Marsh nor the voidbringers will be able to follow you. I wish to go forward in time, about, oh, two years perhaps?

At some point, there were two paths Icouldnt choose between. I played them both out, and I got Mistborn and The Way of Kings!

I am? Yes.

Ha! Siri (iPhone, not Warbreaker) calls me "The Honor Spren" instead of Maggie, now!