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The Life of Prince Lockett
Blackness was the original nest of this Thing,
Time and space stood still in all realities,
While disorder ensued within a singularity,
It spread its wings and made a being,
With untold power and de/con/structive abilities,
A tangerine satrine gemstone with a diamond in the center,
This was the focal point of its ascension,
It lay idle in complete perfection, yet still unworthy of mention,
The vessel walked his path and ascended the sky scraper,
He triumphed over foes and climbed Jacob's ladder,
He slayed the giants and saved the fairies,
He witnessed the greatest atrocities,
And experienced the nicest generosities,
But nothing could compare, to when he reached his acme,
The sun and the moon were balanced,
Revolving around an epicenter with constance,
He made his final decision and it blasted him to pieces,
But resurrection was his destiny,
To show the world what peace is,
So this Thing was reborn and immediately it walked,
It wandered with whimsy, strolled smugly, and eerily stalked,

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Chosen by Prince - 2 of 2
Meanwhile in the Principal's office, Willow was still as Kennedy left her: full of darkness. She finally stood up; ready to make things difficult for someone, but she wasn't sure which side; Buffy's or The First's? She figured she'd start with whatever she saw first.
She walked to the door of the office and stepped into the hallway, immediately greeted by the sight of Tara Maclay; the first and only true love of her life. Her jaw dropped and anyone could've confused her as the mask of ghostface; pale in the face with big black eyes and wipe open mouth.
"Willow," Tara said with a look of gentle confusion. Her presence was too stable and solid for her to be a ghost. Her death was permanent. End of story. If Osiris could not- or would not rather- raise her from the dead, nothing and no one else could. Or at least she once believed.
"Willow what's wrong with you?" she said softly as she approached. "You look like hell." Her silky honey colored hair was long down her back and curled at the
Charmed Again... by Prince - 1
May 17, 2001
The Thursday evening in San Francisco was gorgeous and sunny; a prototype of the humid California coast.  While ending the week's humdrum routine and workflow was a dull anticipation for the city's more "normal" seven-hundred thousand plus residents; the Halliwells at 1329 Prescott Street were ending it with a bang.
Three sister witches: Prue, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell were San Francisco's hidden heroines.  From Sunday to Saturday, protecting the innocent from the many hideous faces of evil while attempting to maintain normalcy (and good manicures), had become commonplace for the past three years.  It was literally their lives' purpose.
The hideous face this time was a lot ashier than most they had faced.  His name was Shax; the demon of the wind, and he was working as the Source of All Evil's primary assassin.  His target was Dr. Bo Griffiths; a well-known surgeon at San Francisco Memorial Hospital.
Dr. Griffiths Charmed by Prince Again - 2
Prue and Piper stepped back slowly holding very closely to each other's arms, "Phoebe!!" Prue shouted; neither of the women taking their eyes off of the child as he slowly stepped down the stairs. He gripped onto the bars of the railing and carefully paced himself moving a step at a time as a young child would.
"She's not up there," he said, keeping his eyes on the stairs as he continued to move down them. "Your family should have very healthy calf muscles, running up and down these stairs every day for… what… twenty-something years?"
Piper flung her fingers at the boy, expecting him freeze as most beings did when she used her powers. Except lately they were exploding into a million pieces, which since this seemed to be a child, made her a bit uneasy. Fortunately however, he neither froze or blew up. Prue and Piper gave each other a look: confused, "Uh, who are you?" Prue asked.
"Now, let us not get ahead of ourselves Ms. Prue. You called for Phoebe, but she's not here, aren' Charmed by Prince Again - 3
The two women looked to the boy with disturbed looks. Suddenly they felt something else: doubt. After all they could only handle so much information at once, especially when it all sounded so utterly ridiculous.
Prue raised her hand to fling the child through the air, but there was no reaction. She'd felt her power activate as usual, he didn't even flinch. But he did give her a smile.
"There's no need to be hostile Ms. Prue," the wonderful child said. The fact that she had tried to use her powers on him was pretty funny to him, but he withheld his laughter; he knew they were really affected by everything they'd heard.
"What do you mean we have another sister? That's impossible," said Piper releasing her touch from Prue and crossing her arms at the boy.
"It's not that impossible Ms. Piper. It's not something you should hear from me. You should hear it from the horse's mouth and see it with your own eyes."
"Fine. What should we do?" Piper asked.
"Well first things first, we need t Charmed by Prince Again - 4
In the center of the five candles, appeared Patricia Halliwell, affectionately called Patty; the three Halliwell sisters' mother. She was conjured in a spiral of white lights and she looked just as she had the last time they'd seen her. Believe it or not, it had actually become common not only for the sisters to summon spirits from the afterlife, but also for them to summon their mother and grandmother too. Nonetheless every time they saw their mother, their hearts jumped for joy, but of course their feelings were caught in a limbo between happiness and disappointment. They just wanted to be with her every single day of their lives. But it was no time for emotional reunions. They had major questions.
"Girls?" Patty asked looking befuddled.
"Mommy, we have questions," Phoebe said with a sarcastic and childish grin.
"What is it dear?"
"Uh, mom," Prue started. She felt almost obligated to be the one to ask as the oldest sister. "Promise me you'll tell us the truth."
"Of course," she said
The Prince vs The Phoenix - 1
As Magneto lay on the ground trembling; the wretched "cure" serum spreading through his bloodstream thanks to a big blue grizzly man named Hank McCoy, Wolverine, Beast, and Phoenix looked at him with pity almost, the environment around them finally calming (slightly).
It had been an intense battle between three parties. The side of the good of humanity; the X-Men led by the late Professor Charles Xavier, the side of the "good" of mutantkind; Magneto and his band of ruthless allies, and finally the side of the good of "normal" humanity, of course none other than the US government. Now with all of the leaders of this war incapacitated, maybe things could return to normal.
For Wolverine, this meant that maybe the woman he loved, Jean Grey, could return to normal as well. Almost a week and a half ago, she was dead to he and the other X-Men. When he saw Jean for the first time since her return, he was sure enough shocked, but nonetheless overjoyed. Buy maybe he too should have listened to t The Prince vs The Phoenix - 2
Prince Lockett vanished in a blink. Wolverine looked around cautiously his eyes bucked. He looked up to Phoenix who stood confidently, a smirk on her veiny face, wind still encircling her. On her shoulders appeared Prince in another blink, "Hi there!"
He pulled Phoenix's hair, and hovering through mid-air swung her around by her locks several rotations before releasing her. She tumbled to the ground as he did, then immediately looked back up at him, but he was gone. She flung her coat from her body with her powers and walked next to a car. She looked around her and spotted Wolverine who had stood in the same spot since seeing the Royal Prince. Absolute astonishment was smeared across his scruffy face. Phoenix could sense Lockett's presence growing closer.
He blinked into sight; standing inches before her. He rose and kicked her in the chest with both feet; she crashed against the car, then against the wall of the building. She stood to her feet and her eyes expanded in darkness, flames
Roseanne's Prince - 1
The long whine of a harmonica blared… from nowhere in particular; signifying that the setting of this home was in a small town called Lanford, Illinois; the town of loud-mouthed momma's, bar-brawling daddies, and sociopathic teenagers.
Judging by the dingy green walls, gray carpet, and the brown plaid couch with a hand-stitched afghan draped over the head of it, this was definitely the Conner house: the embodiment of the Lanford experience.
The house was so quiet; the sound of the leaky kitchen faucet could pass for a sledgehammer against concrete; the hum of the fridge like a tenor singing to the audience of the coffee brown dining table and chairs placed before it. Silence in the Conner house was such a rare experience, Kodak could've made sound recorders just to properly call it a "Kodak Moment".
But of course it wasn't long before the patio door creaked open, and the youngest Conner, eleven year old DJ – short for David Jacob – tip toed into the kitchen in his Roseanne's Prince - 2
The front door opened and from the moment the knob turned, the Nintendo 64 and all of its games vanished instantly. The Super Nintendo was back in its original place on the coffee table, and instead of Mario Party on pause, Cybernator was.
DJ jumped up from the sofa and stood facing his sister Darlene Conner who shut the door behind her. She was a sixteen year old cynic with a passion for writing dark fiction, rebelling against the status quo, raising her own expectations of herself and throwing it in her family's face. She had vampiric pale skin and a naturally lazy expression, long curly black hair, and wore black pants and a gray sweatshirt with a backpack over her shoulder.
Darlene had just gotten home from college in Michigan and had a not-so-friendly interaction with her boyfriend at The Lunch Box; her first stop since the bus station. She just wanted to come home and unwind a bit before the rest of the family got home, but to her pleasant surprise her peculiar kid brother was at Roseanne's Prince - 3
The back door opened to no one's notice except Prince's, and in walked Dan Conner; the burly, strong armed, disciplinary, yet comical patriarch of the Conner clan, a fine father about town. Having been laid off from work a few months ago, he was on a serious job hunt lately, but without much luck in the matter, he just ended up right back at home; today a bit earlier than usual of course. Hearing the commotion, he immediately walked into the living room.
"Heeeeyyyy heyyyy!" he yelled, breaking up the argument. "What's goin' on in here? DJ, what the hell are you doin' at home this time a day?!" he shouted as he walked to him near the stairs.
"I was gonna tell you Mister Conner," David said.
"Of course wimp boy was," Darlene added.
"Who is this?" asked Dan looking at Prince. Anyone's response at this point would have sufficed. His anger subsided however upon the sight of his eyes; looking at them strangely.
"What's the deal with the eyes? Are those natural?" Dan asked.
"I don't know. Ask