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    What was it that Kyle had said that morning of the whole debate about homosexuality and sin? Oh yeah. "You've seen demons, they're real, right? So, what about angels?" It had been a good question, Worthington reflected and represented a hole in his understanding of magic. In the week and five days since then he had asked questions of other, more experienced mages both Light and Dark and still not found any concrete answers. No mage had ever reported having a discussion with angels or summ
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    "No, Kyle, you can't force yourself into balance," Worthington said tiredly as he sat in the workroom that was under Jamie's house in Scottsdale. It was nearly midnight, and they had been at this for three hours now, and Kyle was still having problems finding his internal balance with his magic. The brown haired guy was nearly drenched in sweat, with his green t-shirt stuck to his body and already showing the white rings of salty sweat stains on it while his jeans clung tightly to his bod
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    The locker room brought back so many memories as its distinctive smell hit Worthington's nostrils. This was a fairly new school, but even in the few years it had been in existence, the locker room still smelled of sweat, mustiness, and all those other smells that were associated with active guys his age and younger. It was the last period of the day; his Sports P.E. class and Worthington didn't want to be there at all. Josh and Tom were there already, and they had made room for him on one
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    Worthington jerked awake with a muffled yell and sat up in his bed, breathing heavily, trying to calm his rapid breathing. His new room in Jamie's house, next door to the one Jamie had grown up in was still dark, and the lights of Phoenix twinkled in the early morning darkness outside the large bay windows. With a sigh, Worthington threw off the light covers and got out of the large, king-size bed and stretched, doing his best to push aside the memories of the nightmare that had woken him once a
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    "We've got three hours until the end of the first phase, Sinclair." Weatherby's voice held a hint of reproach to it, and Worthington sighed as he opened his eyes. One hour of sleep just wasn't enough. The sun would be coming up in about two hours, but the new day wasn't promising to be a good one. "Give me just a moment," Worthington said as he reached into his backpack and pulled out an MRE. "Has everyone else eaten?" "Yes," Weatherby said tightly, anxious to be off. Around them th
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    It was hot, muggy, and overcast as the column came to a halt with a single hand-signal passed down the line. Above them the sky was gray with clouds, and Worthington was covered in sweat from the muggy heat, and nearly an entire day spent walking as quietly as possible through the woods of far northern Arizona. When the signal for rest was passed down, he sighed and moved to sit against a nearby tree, pulling off his backpack and digging out some water as well as a protein bar that he automatica
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    He always wanted to be a Marine, just like his father and his grandfather. As a child he would listen to his grandfather's stories and dreamed of one day being a Marine himself, defending his country from evil gooks and others who would try to harm her. Other kids played soldier for fun, but for him it was to learn; to one day be a Marine. When he got his acceptance letter to the Naval Academy in Annapolis, he had never been prouder. His father's approving grin and even his grandfather's gr
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    Was this what Jamie went through every time he looked Carl in the eye? Worthington wondered as he broke eye contact with Jeremiah Francis. The mercenary soldier showed no reaction at all, but the brief eye contact had been enough for Worthington to read everything that had happened to him since the man had left the camp over a week ago. The government mages had not been gentle with him, had almost done permanent damage to his mind, but in the end, they had accepted he was still usable in
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    What would mages in the future tell their students about Worthington Michael Sinclair the Fifth? Would he be a hero who preserved the mage community from disaster, or a traitor that nearly destroyed it altogether? Then again, would they even remember him when this was all done? "Mr. Smythe says all the legal documents are in order." Brandon's voice came from behind him, and Worthington paid it little attention at the moment. He was standing on the balcony of his fifth-floor rooms in the Cl
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    "They're doing something alright." Colin walked into the dormitory common room with a frown on his face. It was early morning two days after the last confrontation with the government forces outside the camp, and a day after the visit from the elf, Arden, and just eight hours since Prince Kelvren himself had sent a note through the shield attached to an arrow. A contingent of elves were already in position, and ten dwarves would be arriving later today brought on motorcycles by members of Worthi
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    The attack on Jamie's shield was fierce, and Worthington winced at the sight of it as he strode purposely towards the main gate of the camp. It wasn't a gate as most people would think of it, little more than a square wooden set of posts with the name of the camp over the top. There was a decorative wood fence to either side that continued for a hundred feet, but that was it. The only barrier keeping the people on the other side of that gate from entering was Jamie's shield, and he could fe
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    Worthington sighed with disgust as he watched Brandon washing the blood, vomit, and other detritus down the drain of the bathroom's shower room and turned to walk out, almost running into Colin, who was looking with interest in the room. He'd wanted to watch and had been upset when both Worthington and Jamie had flat refused. Worthington still remembered the look of surprise on his brother's face that Worthington had spoken at the same time as him, but had nodded in appreciation that Worthington
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    "You could have let them finish the song you know," Jamie said tartly, and Worthington smiled at him as they picked their way amidst the sleeping forms on the floor of the common room area. The truth was he wanted to pass out. Putting all of them to sleep at once had taken a little more than he expected, although it was notably easier than if he’d tried to do it to them one at a time. He’d never learned the spell, just modified a standard sleep spell with an area effect spell and was surprised a
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    "What’s wrong with him?" Dechaun asked as they entered the Badger dorm and put Colin on his bed. Jamie immediately bent over him and began to cast a spell that would ascertain his condition. "He wore himself out," Worthington said softly. "It’s nearly dinner time," Dechaun said, and Worthington noticed his campers were all awake and getting dressed for dinner. "I’ll take them," Carl said softly from the doorway, and Worthington nodded as Jamie stood up looking grim. We
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    "That's it, Colin, hold it right there," Worthington told the sweating young man in a gentle voice. Colin's pale, hairless chest was shiny with sweat as he knelt on the cold tile of the shower floor. He buried himself deep in Brigg's ass, and he was trembling with the effort of not moving at all, stretching his mage abilities deep into Brigg's mind. The human was whimpering loudly, and Worthington double-checked the wards on the bathroom, not only keeping people from entering but sound from esca
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    "How could you do this?" Jamie shouted the next morning. He'd taken one look at the smug look on Worthington's face, the way Colin walked into breakfast and his temper had flared. Instead of eating, Worthington had been dragged up to the same platform they'd used yesterday, and now Jamie was yelling at him, his face nearly purple with rage. "It's what he wanted." Worthington countered calmly. He could feel his brother's rage like a hammer blow inside his head. "He's only fifteen!"
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    How many seventeen-year-olds could say they have had the United States government try to kill them? Well, outside of terrorists of course, but Worthington did not consider himself to be one of those. It had only been the presence of the elves, and the ogres, that had distracted him from those thoughts that night as he celebrated his seventeenth birthday. If they really were government soldiers, he understood his Uncle probably did not send them. He had to wonder though who might try to kil
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    "Happy birthday, young man," Madam Calhoun said with a smile on her face as they all sat down at the conference table. Beyond her, he could look out the window at the Phoenix skyline. The Mage Council's ‘office' was on an upper floor of one of the larger downtown skyscrapers. It was actually a rather small office, with four rooms including the conference room they were now all sitting in. For this meeting, Worthington was dressed in a business suit, as was both Larry Ohlman and his Aunt E
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    His ‘students' filed out of the basement and up the stairs as if they were exhausted. Even as he let the link with Brandon drop, Worthington was forced to admit he was beyond mere exhaustion himself. Given a choice, he'd go directly to bed and stay there until sunrise tomorrow. That was not possible though, because Byron Jones was standing nearby and made no effort to leave. "You are a capable teacher." He said slowly as Worthington stared at him. "Your Channel has fallen asleep though."
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    Worthington stood on the balcony that ran the outside length of the castle and watched the work going on below him. He'd wondered how the dwarves had gotten all the materials here for the buildings, and he could see the answer below as a series of large eighteen wheel trucks waited to be unloaded by a team of dwarves using levitation spells. There was a mix of everything on those trucks, from stone to marble, to hot water heaters, electrical wiring, plumbing and everything in between including k
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    “It doesn’t look any different.” Brandon’s voice came over Worthington’s headset as they sat on their bikes in the middle of the highway, looking at the dirt road ahead of them. Brandon’s little green and black Ninja bike was idling smoothly, a soft purr next to the much louder growl of Worthington’s Ducati. Behind them, two more Ducatis growled as their riders revved them up a bit. “You said they would be improving the road too.” Rob’s voice held a slight bit of taunting to it over the r
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    It was a scan of a good, color picture from a newspaper. The caption below the picture mentioned that Worthington Michael Sinclair, V, was the sole heir to the Sinclair fortune and had miraculously survived the accident that took nearly all of his family. In the picture, he was wearing that dark suit at one of the many funerals that had taken nearly a week, and there was a bored expression on his face rather than one of grief or any other emotion. Cold Hearted Killer? That was somethin
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    The continued story of Worthington Sinclair V.
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    Final Chapter

    dkstories posted new chapter in Dawn of Tears

    Well, after the Israeli incident, the history books pretty much tell the story from there. President Jacobs died in a nuclear blast, my brother and I helped usher in the Great Republic of God, and then twenty years later we helped overthrow that same government. I hope that the future brings you more joy. For now I'll end my life in bed, with the man I love.
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    Note to Readers: A common saying of those days was that 'history would judge the rightness of our actions'. I've got news for you: History judges nothing. It simply is. What humans judge is what they know of past events, and as you are discovering, you rarely know the truth of history. People spend their entire lives studying the past, trying to answer the same questions that religious scholars try to answer. Where do we come from? What made us who we are today? Surprise. The answer is rarel
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