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 Originally AMS- Association of Magical schools was established in 1874 after the Westtower and Seamoon incidents. As the many minor magic schools began to concentrate into much larger institutes, the Westtower Massacre made it apparent that even those larger schools needed to share information and resources to avoid being overrun by Marshgrove or the Feral. In addition the Seamoon Betrayal, which occurred a few years after the formation of AMS demonstrated that the schools needed more influence across schools to avoid similar incidents AMS expanded in the 50s when the Kinlar and Wilderkin joined the Association after the turbulent times of

When the night falls over the City, and the void stalks the land Then Shall her sons and daughters remember what was, what is, And what Shall be For the blood of Martyrs shall Rekindle the Fires of Infinity Glory to the Lady, Courage to the Guardians And All Honor To The Fallen                      Words inscribed above The El`harian throne

                                                                                                     Ashwater Autograph        Problem Averted at School's Powerplant        Last night there was a fluctuation in the mag-bottle of one of Ashwater's fusion power plants. However watchful technicians noticed the problem and calmly alerted the President of the Glowing in Dark Club…        "Hey Ralph, check sensor nine to make sure that my readings are accurate."        "Sure," Ralph replied, bringing the data up, "What are you looking-HOLY CRAP!" He sat stunned, but his hand shot to the emergency communications, "Alert the president an

This is the story of a child who grew up alone in a full house. This is the tale of a boy who was scorned by his family. A child who was born a genius. A boy who didn't care what others thought. A child who was despised and feared by others. A boy who was beaten and abandoned by friends. A child who spoke to himself; no one else listened. A boy who wrote songs no one else heard. A child who was ridiculed for being different. A boy who tried not to be. This is the story of a child who wore masks no one could see through. This is the tale of a boy who couldn't take them off. A child who tried to fit in. A boy who still didn't. The

One Alone Poem on the book Twelve Angry Men by Reginald Rose Thirteen men Twelve to judge If the last, Just a youth, Has his hands darkened stained With his father’s lifeblood own; Eleven men stand and say, Yes, he does and may we leave With such words, uncaring thoughts A life condemned to death and pain If not for one, who stands alone, Unwilling to condemn so quick, stands and says, Not guilty And so upon this man alone Skips the burden of Guilt, of wrongful judgment But the task of finding truth Scattered on winds of words Through out each Mans’ own thoughts To find if there is room to doubt A youth’