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Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:39 am
duckie says...



My story suddenly took a plot change.
I had a dream last night.
And there goes the old plot into the trash.


OLD:

The Light Elf Prince and his servant enjoyed their lives in the imperial city of Galath. The outcasted Dark Elves had been studying the secret of complex magic, which only the light King and his son knew. Once learned, the Dark elves kidnapped the prince and his servant as a war threat. Once escaped, the two had to find their way home and where greeted with a war.

NEW:

well...just keep watch for my postings. ;} i can promise you, it's a lot more entertaining than the old
  





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Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:01 pm
Rydia says...



The old plot sounds interesting if rather cliche but I'm intrigued, why not post a brief summary of the new plot here? It might encourage myself and others to go read any of it that you've posted.
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Tue Sep 18, 2007 12:10 am
lyrical_sunshine says...



i want to know! PLEAAAASEEE!!!!
don't you love it when you have cool dreams that change EVERYTHING about your story? it's so exciting. like inspiration from heaven
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Mon Sep 24, 2007 9:43 am
kittykat_luva says...



Oooohhh please tell us what the new plot is, I'd love to hear!
Dreams are awesome that way, go to sleep and when you wake change everything!
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