Stardust

That is really sad. Do you guys know why?

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Enna nodded to the silent hero, dodging the dragon as it struck at her. Most of the adventurers had left already, leaving her and only a few others, including Skylight, who stood triumphantly over Glyer's corpse, Glyer's blade in hand. Feeling Ennalee's uncertainty, Enna silently told her of the silent hero. Ennalee Sent back her agreement, and dashed over. Her formerly pristine white blade was edged in something black- blood of the withergeists, perhaps?- and her sheath thudded dully against her side. A faint trickle of blood from a cut over her eye dripped down, giving her a more haggard look. "What's going on?" Ennalee asked, grabbing Enna's hand. In a flash, Enna dissolved into light, disappearing. ----- Ennalee gaped at the place where Enna once had been. "What?!" she cried. An awareness blossomed in her mind, a piece that had been missing. Enna's memories were suddenly hers, and she could remember all that Enna had been through with a shocking clarity. "I..." she whispered, confused. "Never mind." She turned to the silent hero, who once again gestured towards the broken down wall. She nodded, and let him lead her out, still confused at what had happened. Also, @Through the Living Sherma, I just saw your member title, and 你能说中文吗? If that makes no sense to you please ignore.

CULT CULT CULT I will stay in the cult forever (or at least until all the others drop out) because I am hyper competitive.

Those are really valid concerns. I would also rather the Brandon's time go to writing books (cough cough SA 6 cough cough).

Duplicate Ennalee, or Enna, as she decided she was to be called, dove to the side, dropping her sword as she did so, so as to not cut herself. Coming out of the maneuver, Enna leapt to her feet, scooping the sword back up. She was different from Ennalee. Yes, she was a Duplicate, but she was different. Some pieces were missing. Enna understood the Thread, and what Authors were. She understood her abilities- or rather, Ennalee's abilities. Her feet thundered against the stony ground, her golden hair fluttering out behind her, unrestrained. Ennalee was busy fighting withergeists and witherbound, leaving Enna to deal with the witherbound Dragon. Spinning past yet another blast of boiling breath, Enna dropped into a swordsman's stance. Her steps were light and unharried, though she felt a strange pulsing sense of worry when she Felt Ennalee. Enna was better than that. She was Ennalee without the obsession with Logic, and without the worry that everything was going to fail. Step step thrust step back. Enna swung at the dragon, nicking one of his feet. The dragon trumped in anger, swiping at her with a massive talon. Dodging, she Felt Ennalee. A faint connection between the two. Are you doing well? Enna sent. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ennalee ducked behind the table-barricade, her forehead beaded with sweat. A voice popped into her head. Are you doing well? It was from the duplicate she had made. It seemed she was calling herself Enna. Somewhat. Ennalee thought, breathing in deeply. Her arms burned, but she needed to get back out there. She clambered to her feet and stood up, letting others fill the spot she had been, taking a brief respite. How are you faring? Ennalee asked. Rather well. I will let you know how it goes later. For now, I must concentrate. Ennalee could feel mild annoyance from Enna, which flared her own. Enna was the one who had reached out. Nevertheless, she must persist. Dashing forward, she rejoined the battle.

Why not? I don't really know enough about Apple TV to care either way; I'm just happy that someone is doing it, and that Brandon is pretty much in charge. So why don't you want it?

I saw the title and I was literally crushed. Curse April Fools!

Wait do you not want Apple TV to do Cosmere?

*grabs potato, leaving you all confused how*

Welcome! What is your favorite book? Favorite character? What do you like to do in your free time?

*smiles at the ensuing chaos*

*I cut off the chickens head*

*Steals compass and replaces it with a chicken*

*realizes I explained poorly* I meant the confusion when Ink discovers a piece missing. *Cackles still, accepting unearned praise*

As you stare, confused, I grab both boots and potato and run as fast as I can away

I cackle and encourage said behavior, then demand said boots as payment for feigned insult

*grabs single piece from jigsaw puzzle, cackles evilly whilst picturing confusion upon realizing there is a piece missing)*

*grabs potato before someone else can* IT'S MINE

I DO. *claims potato*

YKYASFW people keep telling you that you are obsessed with Brandon Sanderson and you take it as a compliment

A dragon. A Lights Cursed dragon. How had it turned into a witherbound? Ennalee was growing tired. Her sword seemed to weigh more than it had before. Each thrust was straining her. They were fighting back, however. The small band of adventurers that were left fought valiantly against the withergeists, pressing towards the door. They needed her to fight, she knew. But she was so tired... Logic said she couldn't do any more. She knew that. She trusted in the logic. A few people, such as 9/10, hadn't left yet, though they clearly could have. They were helping. She couldn't let any of them down. Logic... the voice whispered. Logic is flawed. It may provide the path, but you must provide the reason. The reason to care. The reason to fight. Without it... you will fail, no matter how hard you try. Ennalee was so tempted to listen to the voice. But logic had never failed her. She swung her sword back around to pierce a witherbound, the steps practically rote to her. Step. Step. Thrust. Dodge. Swing. Shuffle back. Thrust. Go for the finishing blow. The methodic sway of the battle provided a sort of calm to Ennalee, even as the dragon sprayed another blast of bubbling black tar. She found a sort of clear headedness in the chaos. Logic may say I can't do more. SO THE LOGIC MUST CHANGE. Something warped, and Ennalee split. A second version of herself, looking the exact same, wielding a pristine white blade. The logic matches now. The voice said eagerly. Huh. Ennalee thought. 9/10 was right. The voice in my head is smart sometimes. And even though the way things happened made her head hurt, she began to fight back with a renewed energy, the duplicate of her charging forward to face the dragon.

I thought so, haha. I guess I might have missed a few... or I just forgot some of them. I haven't done the audio ones though. I haven't had the time to yet.