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"My Forgotten" is a story about an ordinance (group) of people who wonder 'round the earth to protect it, both from the earth itself and from the humans and animals who wonder the earth as well. From the devils which hide in the shadows, and the pixies and faeries in the fire and earth itself. From dragons and angels to serpents and griffons to the gods themselves and every in-between.

Abby looked behind her as she ran, the dragon drew nearer and nearer, its dazzling green eyes and fiery skin omitting a golden fog which spread farther. She peeled her eyes back from the dizzying eyes - as dragons' eyes are hypnotizing - and tried to run faster, it would probably be to no avail however. She could see the cliff ahead, she could feel the ground beneath her turning to rocks, rain started to pour around them and she started to breath heavily as she tried to run through the forest. It couldn't happen, was this a dream? She ran faster and took a turn, avoiding the cliff and ran into deeper forest, not seeing the small trench before her and fell to the ground, rolling into a cave. The dragon continued chasing what might have been her, not seeing the trench and left her there in peace.

Not a bad idea, and accepted, Thank you.

Accepted.

Name: Mag (Maggie)
Age: 17
Appearance:

Personality (optional): Ornery, irritable, easily angered. Also helpful, nice, diligent. Likes to throw things.
Instructor or Contestant: Contestant
(only for Instructor): history will music
(only for Contestant): tragic mistakes with music: Everything she ever played came out in a screechy sound, yes folks, even the piano, except rather banging.

*That's what Ooc- out of character and Ic- in character are for.

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Name: I forgot
Age: I forgot
Appearance: I forgot
Personality (optional): I forgot
Instructor or Contestant: I forgot
(only for Instructor): history will music
(only for Contestant): tragic mistakes with music: I forgot

Accepted.

*Haha, thanks. Now put something so I can reply to you in the story.

*Revise;
Name: I forgot
Age: I forgot
Appearance: I forgot
Personality (optional): I forgot
Instructor or Contestant: I forgot
(only for Instructor): history will music
(only for Contestant): tragic mistakes with music: I forgot

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Name: Abigail, (Abby, Abs) Usually called Abby
Age: 14
Appearance:

Personality (optional): Soft, kind and reckless. Story.
Instructor or Contestant: Contestant
(only for Instructor): history will music
(only for Contestant): tragic mistakes with music: Everything, hasn't practiced ever, is un-organized, would love to learn violin, piano and drums, as well as the bag pipe.

Still accepted.

We will start after one more person joins.

Mag walked into the Sydney Practice Concert Hall and looked up at the first director and glared slightly, nervousness overwhelming her body, she inched forward and then walked up, avoiding eye contact, "Um, I'm Mag, sir. Short for Maggie, and I can't play a thing. Anything I play comes to ruins, sir."

(Abby looked around at the large line, she would be in after the next person, the red-headed one. She bit her lip and smiled, she was definitely younger than the other people there, and impressively at the short height of 4 feet and barely 6 inches. What could she say? Some of the Irish were short and she had just come from Ireland itself, she could barely contain herself, she'd played a bit of drums, her family thereafter hearing her banned her from playing again. Then, when they immigrated decided to put her there to give her her dream- learning music. She couldn't wait.)

Mag looked down, wondering or not if she was indeed the first, of coarse- how was she supposed to know? And did it matter, did it really matter? She glared at the ground while biting her lip, her hands balling up into fists, her body looking overwhelmed, "Not good at all ma'm. Excuse me for asking, but you do not like it here- yes? I only ask because you look bored and are barely listening to me at all, ma'm."

Abby started tapping her foot with impatience, how long was it going to take? And were not there Many many contestants? How would she know if she would get in at all or not? But what did it matter, if she got sent home she would just try again and again. This was only for the best, and they were going to be moving back to Ireland soon enough anyway, oh just 2 more years, which was short enough for her.

*[spoiler= Saiden, judge]
Name: Saiden Gutenberg
Age: 37
Appearance: Amber brown and long, white, black and red striped thick hair, sharp pine-brown eyes, white white skin, sharp German accent, lean looking. Skinny.
Personality (optional): story
Instructor or Contestant: Instructor
(only for Instructor): history with music; She has gone to many collages and learned many an instrument, she had in-fact started at the age of 13 with the piano and continued into more difficult instruments. Her personal favorites are the Bag Pipes, flute, violin, piano and bass.
(only for Contestant): tragic mistakes with music
[/spoiler]

(Mag nodded, going up ahead in the line after glaring at the lady and began to wait impatiently as the person in-front of her was just about to be interviewed.

Abby walked in, shielding her eyes from the bit of light she saw in the background and then looked up at the woman, "Yes, ma'dam?")

Accepted, and yes- that was the idea. :) Also, you have my apologies for taking so long to get back to you.

OOC: Alright then, thank you.

IC: Abby groaned, wincing and turned her head to the welcoming shadows- rather than sunlight - as it was blinding to her - and peered at the figure, not quite making out what he looked like- except he had a nose, mouth, face, as everyone else usually did. (Some of the people she ran across had a terrible disease and haden't had some of these things.) She took in a deep breath, her ankle- she might be able to tell - was sprained lightly, as well as her left arm more heavily, being hit by a rock as she'd fallen. "Yes, but it would have been much better than the cliff nearby.......And the dragon past us."

Abby nodded, smiling lightly and took his hand shaking it, "I'm not exactly human, but... Ah, what ever you'd like to think to make it that way." She looked down, recalling the time Chronos had banded her from his house, when she looked up to him as her father before a great war was coming and she fell to the earth. She'd never met her mother anyhow and was then abandoned, before taking to the city and starting her new life. Hmm... Yeah, then... To be honest he's kinda cute, kinda, not too too much. But, nevertheless, they weren't safe, so the faster they left the better. "But no, we are not safe, we should leave this place... Ah- how long were you here? I mean, if you know this place then better off running from the dragon- mind you, he'll be headed back this way in a few minutes."

Abby's face went back to her normal frown and she sat up, using her right arm to lean on, cute? I've never thought of such things like that, its trivial. I cannot believe myself, now- faster we leave and the faster we get back to the camp, the better. "Yes, Abby." She clutched the side of the ground, trying to stand and winces, cursing under her breath. Now we really need to get back to camp so I can heal my ankle, and no matter... So much for this, on the bright side - if any - we are still alive. So, that is looking well enough, also my leg is not broken, so there again. "Aye, let us go then. Also, a little help would be nice- if you do not mind, that is."

She sighed, looking around as her eyes - now hurting from the sun - picked up the vision of a flying red dot coming over to them, "ah.. my ankle's lightly sprained, my left arm- if not sprained, is broken." She sighs again, recognizing the now small dragon coming over to them, and she mutters under breath; "Oh, it's Magma... Wonderful..." Magma was her half-ish-brained, rascal-like, un-obeying, teasing, mean, tricky, small, ridiculous painful rat-head on a skewer, dog sized red and pink-ish dragon. How much fun she was. And to make matters infinitely worse dragons can smell other dragons, especially Love Dragons- as they are the most refreshing dragons in the dragon world, and Magma happened to be one of her own Love Dragons. Which, served as purposes of hiding, went terrible against their odds, so- yippee. "And may the odds be ever in your favor."

Abby shook her head, "no... This one's mine. She's completely safe- physically, psychologically- no, not really. She's extremely mischievous and wants to be like Toothless, a dragon from the older'n ages, with Hiccup as it's master. So, 1-10 how dangerous is she? I'd say about a three." She winced from his grip on her wrist, wanting to pull back immediately but not, she took a quick look around the place, there was a river nearby- thankfully. Okay, but what would a river do...? Come on, think...Takes away scent? No, the river wasn't good. She turned her head the other direction, there was smoke- the dragon, so... Plan only; Run, fast, the wind was blowing toward the dragon so the faster the better, and where? She saw the forest and then past it a narrow split between two mountains opening into a larger valley, the river leading into it, perfect. "We should go there."

Ooc: Yeah, no kidding... It would be great.