Prologue -edit-I've added the prologue and the first chapter here:
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This is the prologue to my story, which I'm honestly considering posting here, but I'm also leaning towards posting it on another blog, where I won't have to deal with deviantArt taking it down -.-
I will admit, I'm a bit worried about people flaming me. But! I'm writing this for fun, and if they don't like it that I make Spock able to handle things, like emotions, then they can-
Anypoo, this story might piss off some more hard core Trekkie fans, simply because I gave Spock a wife. >:] Oh yes, he has a wife... who's a Vulcan/Betazoid mix.
In the episode of Star Trek: TNG titled "Sarek", Picard mentions to Sarek that he met him at his son's wedding. No word on whether or not it was Spock, as Sarek was remarried and may have had other children. It seems likely that it wasn't Spock, simply because in a later episode featuring Spock, no mention of a wife or marriage was brought up. But, just to be sure, in my story I killed of Spock's wife and married him to T'ivoc'k instead. I know, I'm brutle (^-^)b
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Prologue
The young Vulcan child ran to her home, her shadow dancing on the ground as the night torches blazed, fog swirling around her, drawings clasped in one hand and cloak in the other. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, she took a step inside. Draping her cloak on it’s hanger, she walked down the hall towards the back of the home.
"Mom! Father! I’m home!"
Thunk
Swiveling her head to the left, she stared at her parent’s bedroom door. Soft noises could be heard from the other side.
The child opened the door. “I’m back. We did arts and crafts and then we-” She froze.
Her parents where on the bed, dressed in their finery. Dead. Green and red blood soaking the sheets.
She was pushed, and tripping on one of her mother’s robes, she fell. Twisting to look behind her, she was almost suffocated by the hate emanating from her attacker.
Romulan. She thought, watching them run away. She looked back at her parents, vomited, and ran out, taking her mother’s robe with her.
She ran until her legs couldn’t carry her anymore, and collapsing by the edge of lake El Nar, she pulled on her mother’s robe and cried.
Hunched in on herself, T’ivoc’k failed to notice that she wasn’t alone.
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I'm thinking... more to come n.n
Nervous
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Its Sarmy Time. Just do it or I will send Sylar after you. But seriously please join. Muhahahahahh!!!!!
Sarmy
SAVE THE VILLAIN, SAVE THE WORLD!!!!!
That, or great minds think alike XD
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Trên thế giới là một nơi tốt hơn với Phố
( ☆。☆ )
Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam
(It is a good day to die)
wooos i am gettin tired
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Its Sarmy Time. Just do it or I will send Sylar after you. But seriously please join. Muhahahahahh!!!!!
Sarmy
SAVE THE VILLAIN, SAVE THE WORLD!!!!!
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Trên thế giới là một nơi tốt hơn với Phố
( ☆。☆ )
Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam
(It is a good day to die)
--
Its Sarmy Time. Just do it or I will send Sylar after you. But seriously please join. Muhahahahahh!!!!!
Sarmy
SAVE THE VILLAIN, SAVE THE WORLD!!!!!
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