An Unending CurseI all I knew was that he wanted it. He was willing to kill me to get it, I don’t know why, but he has tried to. I barely escaped death’s kiss when my servants came running in, and there he was with a knife pressed against my throat. He’d be back, and I’d be ready.
A handsome pay would go to anyone willing to be my guardian. Not as many men applied for the job as I had hoped, and the ones that did only showed off their muscles. I didn’t need strength, rather someone with skill.
“How many more applicants?” I asked a maid.
She flipped through her notepad, “Looks like just one, but he’s late.” Fabulous. The man couldn’t even show up to his interview on time and he expects me to hire him as my guardian? What has society come to?
“ Ah, this must be him.” The maid said, looking out the window. I joined her to see who this man was.
Quite frankly, he wasn’t much. A tall, slim young man stepped out of a silver tr
How To Play Weeping Angel TagWhat you need:
A large room with places to hide and a light-switch
A large group of people
Weeping Angel Masks
Before you play:
Pick 3 people to be the Weeping Angels
Hide the 2 flashlights somewhere in the room
How to play:
Dim/Turn off the lights. Give the players, including the angels, 10 seconds to hide throughout the room. The angels then begin to pursue whoever they please while everyone else tries to run away. If you get tagged by an angel, you're out.
In this game, light stands in the place of your eyes. On occasion, someone will turn the lights on for several seconds. If you are looking at an angel during this time, the angel cannot move. However, the angel can move if the lights are off/dimmed and you are looking at it.
If you find a flashlight and point it at an angel, the angel cannot move. If someone with a flashlight gets tagged, both them and the flashlight are out.
The last person standing wins.
Angels cannot run
People who get out do not become ang
His StoryThe stars seemed to glow brighter this night, Father Time noted. It was one of those rare occasions when his worries drifted away, when he could forget the burden given to him by Tsar Lunar. Not many other faes knew of Father’s forgiveness, no one but a personal friend of his.
“ Good evening, Father.” Nightlight appeared by his side. The young boy barely used his true voice, but Father Time was a special case.
“ Please Nightlight, we’ve discussed this. I prefer Elian when by addressed by a friend.”
“ Of course.”
“ Finished your night watch early?”
“ You know I did, and I see this is your ‘night off’?”
“ Yes. I will never forgive Tsar for my power, but I can thank him for letting me see my past life’s memories.”
Nightlight looked at Father Time confused, “You had a past life?”
“ Indeed, Tsar cannot create a being as powerful as I, but he can grant my life back and gift