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The late afternoon of the weekend brought forth the gentlest of breezes that drifted their way into the rooms of the students at U.A. With summer break coming to an end, a wave of paperwork had begun to clutter up the books, binders, and desks, a seemingly never ending storm of school work.   Taking each day with stride, many students took to their books, quietly studying away, working on each assignment one at a time. With the first round of tests this semester approaching quickly, there seemed to be a silent echo of panic among those who spent too much time slacking off in their free time. Many, however, weren’t alone. Whether an upp

Late summer thunderstorms had plagued the hills and mountain regions, drenching the land in an unforgiving, muddy mess. Unlike the previous days, the afternoon sky had broken free through the clouds, blessing the earth with a break—if not but a small one. The forests became noisy with the sound of busy creatures, pleased to dry themselves off in the warm sun.   It wouldn’t be much longer, however, until Autumn would begin to settle in. Slowly, but surely, the fruits of the harvest season were beginning to share in their bright, golden-orange colors, with squash and pumpkins only weeks away for picking. Prime hunting season would b

Along the side of the road, grows the wild weeds that bloom, and the berries that tempt the occasional passerby. For those with a keen eye, the sweet, delicate taste of blueberries may be only a pluck away. For Erik, a sweet, refreshing snack from the exhausting summer rays. With Rigby slowing the wagon ever so carefully, he was able to gather a bundle in a small basket without having to run to catch up to the group ahead. “You going to hop back on, Ricky?” Rigby chittered from the front of the wagon, to his friend that had caught up beside him. “I’m tired of sitting.” He stated, plainly. “I’ll walk a

Whether it’s the gentle, perfumed scent of blossoming trees in early spring, or the scratching of pen against paper, nostalgia happens to creep upon unsuspecting victims in many forms. Be it a feeling that sinks in as heavy as melancholy, or a soft, downy wave of familiarity and comfort, it has it’s way of bringing a wide range of emotions wherever it goes. Perhaps it was the changing of the seasons… but something familiar was creeping through the Xiaolin Temple, and a certain Texan boy couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. “HAA-CHOO!” Clay sneezed, mid-meditation, causing his friends to practicall