The Night Prince - Chapter 3Chapter ThreeIn Which Lucia Encounters A Prince On A White Horse, Although Things Do Not Happen Quite As One Might ExpectLucia awoke with a start upon hearing a dreadful scream. She scrambled to her feet and looked around. The woods appeared no friendlier by morning. In fact, the gnarled trees were all the more intimidating by virtue of them still being there, even though both the night and the storm had passed. Lucia had been secretly hoping that the awful chaos had all been some sort of fearsome dream."AAAAAAAGH!"Lucia startled once more. This scream was from a source much nearer. Simultaneously, there rang the sound of frantic galloping. Lucia wondered if it might be Hellbred that she was hearing, but she quickly determined the gait sounded uncharacteristic of the familiar horse. However, there wasn't time to dwell on the thought any longer, for a blur of blue suddenly burst from a clu
The Night Prince - Chapter TwoChapter TwoIn Which Lucia Runs Into TroubleBracing against the midnight wind, Lucia wrapped her cloak around herself a little tighter. As the night grew ever colder, she knew had to find somewhere to take shelter.Her first thought was of the farm. The place was familiar and she would be welcome there. Besides, it was relatively nearby and she wanted very much to get out of the cold. She set off towards the farm, although the fearsome winds made the journey quite difficult. As she neared the farmhouse, she heard a frightful cry. It was Hellbred.The beast had gotten out of its stable, likely to investigate the curiously noisy storm. Now it was stranded in the open field with no way to get back inside. Lucia approached carefully. When the beast saw her, it whinnied and kicked, galloping around her in a wide circle. Lucia lowered her hood and showed her face.
Philosophers RapI've got a rap songAbout philosophyAnd I'm here to rap it awesomelyLet's rollStarting with the ancient GreeksAnd their philosophiesThere was a dude named SocratesAnd he'd always goHow do we know what we know?And what do we have to showFor all of our thinkingBecause life is just one big stinkingInvitationFor wondering what to do in a tricky situationAnd Socrates taught PlatoAnd Plato, AristotleAnd they all posed questions about realityIf the things that they were seeing were really what they think they seeAnd how can we figure out what we're supposed to beIf the words that we are sayingAren't conveyingInformationEffectivelyAnd it's dopeBut they're hopingThat someone can rise upAnd make sense of everythingBecome the Philosopher KingIf the people are smart enoughTo choose someone smart enoughTo be the leader of all of usBut do we even need it? Fast forwards!We've got it on lockLike John LockeWho says that we all rockAnd knowsThat we knowHow
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