Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old.

Hermione let out a soft sigh as she swept away the dust that had settled in the corners of her room. She wouldn't normally be cleaning her room, only she had a fitting for a possible new customer, someone high up in the Capitol apparently.
 
She never really cared though, all she cared about was her skill.
 
Her room was very basic, an old looking bed with white metal frame in a Victorian style, her bedsheets were stunning, made by Hermione herself. Next to the bed was a bedside cabinet with a batttered book upon it and a candle nearby.
 
Opposite her bed was her wardrobe, where the clothes were neatly folded and hung. On the other side of the room was her studio, were racks of pre-made clothes hung ready for sales. And her 360 mirror stood tall, making the room look longer in the three different reflections. Next to that were piles upon piles of different fabrics, and next to that was her desk with sewing machine and every colour thread you could think of.
 
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''Welcome to Apollo Industries, Employee or visitor''
''Employee''
''Identification number please''
''14230694''
''Welcome, Benjamin''
''Thank you Angelia, Any messages?''
''Yes, the CEO would like to see you in his office at precisely 10:30''
 

Ben let out a sigh as he nodded to Angelia, who sat behind the reception desk in her angelic grace. She lifted her pale delicate hand to tuck a lock of her glossy red hair behind her ear. Hard to believe she wasn't human, Ben thought to himself as he watched her eyes glaze over for a quick second, a flurry of images appearing infront of her hazel eyes for just a moment, before she turned and smiled her soft pink lips at Ben, then looked back to the screen infront of her.
 
Ben stepped into the lift and pushed in the button for the 7th floor. As he waited for the lift, he looked at himself in the reflection of the smooth metal walls, straightening his tie as he hummed along to the sound of the elevator moving up through the floors. What could the CEO want, he thought to himself.
 
He placed his black leather satchel down beside the neat metal chair that sat outside the CEO's office. As he sat, probably waiting for the loss of his job, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the recent newspapers.
 
Apollo industries deny destruction of Kinetics land.
 
Ben furrowed his brows and pressed his finger to the screen of the phone. he dragged his fingertip across the screen and flicked the web page into his lap.
 
'Apollo Industries CEO Charles Matrock denies the destruction of Kinetic homes and land, blaming the Shamans'
 
'The CEO made the statement following the report of lands being burned and harvested in order to collect more of the Ambrosia mineral. It is not unknown that Matrock has a dislike for the Kinetics and the Shamans, but this is his largest urge yet to stir tensions between the clans, who use Ambrosia to fuel their powers..'
 
As the door to the CEO's office opened, Ben quickly screwed up the virtual story and tossed it into the trashcan opposite him. He got to his feet and looked to the office, as a Dexar worker ducked under the door frame.
 
Ben wasn't opposed to the alien race, he neither loved them nor hated them. Yes they were somewhat aggressive, but they redeemed themselves with their intelligence and medicinal technology. Though they were one of the most intelligent races in the Universe, Their appearence could say differently, They were almost eight feet tall with a variety of skin tones ranging from blue to caramel brown, Their faces were a somewhat human shape, though the males had large crests extending from the tops of their heads. The military Dexars cut these down in order to wear armor easily, though the others left them. They were huge and broad shouldered. On their hands they had three fingers that were suprisingly nimble, and their feet were some what similar to a T-rex's. Their eyes were similar to a cats, though their pupils were horizontal as opposed to vertical, their nose was slightly raised from their faces and their mouths were similar to humans too, they had normal teeth with longer fangs.
 
''See you later Clak'' Charles called out after the Dexar, who huffed in reply and waited by the lift
''Ben, in you come'' Charles nodded his head to Ben who followed him into the office.
 
''I'm guessing you read the story in the press?'' Charles asked as he stared out of the large window at the back of his office, looking over the city as he clasped his hands behind him.
''Yes I did sir'' Ben nodded, taking a seat in the uncomfortable office chair sat infront of Charles' desk.
''Not good news, not good news at all'' Charles shook his head.
 
Charles Matrock was a middle aged man, he was aging well, his formerly black hair had only small strands of silver threaded through it, it somewhat humanized him. His stare was cold and calculating, and his face was in a near constant frown.
 
''So, the council has decided we need to improve relations with these...people, and you are the man for the job''
''Me?!'' Ben raised his eyebrows in suprise, he hadn't worked at the company for very long, he was only twenty two and held a menial job in research and development.
''Yes, you're young, approachable, friendly, attractive as I've heard'' Charles nodded, looking back over to Ben.
''You're leaving tomorrow afternoon, We'll sort everything you need, Do us proud Ben''

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STILL GOING.
 
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Theo and Will stood at the edge of the tree line. Just in front of them was the road down to Deal and the beach.
‘’What’ve you done to me’’ Will grunted as he rested his head back against the silver birch behind him. Theo wiped away the blood from Will’s face with a scrap of his own cotton shirt, and when Will spoke Theo looked up at him
‘’I’m sorry’’ Theo mumbled tossing the rag to the ground. He turned and rain his fingers through his short blonde hair, peering down the road that led to the beach.
‘’What did you do to me!’’ Will shouted, bursting up from his seat and pinning Theo to the tree behind him. Theo struggled for words before both were distracted by the sound of clattering hooves on the road. Looking over Wills shoulder Theo spied a police carriage hurtling towards them, and Jonah sat on top, holding onto the reins tightly and glancing over his shoulder. Theo used to the distraction and timing it just right, threw Will into the carriage and clambered on, locking Will in the cell whilst he climbed next to Jonah.
‘’Very subtle’’ Theo snickered.
Will glanced around and found himself within the cell of a police carriage, he blinked before pounding against the hatch. Theo’s head popped in
‘’Sleep Will, It’ll be fine’’
 
Something in Theo’s voice made Will trust him. He slunk back down onto the bench and held his head in his hands. God his head hurt. He flopped down onto his side and rested his head against the dry rough timber, which was strangely comforting. He took one last look at the sky before closing his eyes.
 
When he awoke he wasn’t in the carriage anymore. He glanced around and found himself in some sort of, cellar, it was filled with old furniture and antique looking things from, all over the world really, he spied some samurai swords on a mounted display board, and an old Templar flag in a heap on the far wall. The only light in the room was from a wall mounted lantern by what seemed to be the door. Will went to get to his feet but only found himself still sat, he looked down at his legs and saw them bound tightly to the chair, his arms too. He pushed off the ground with his feet but didn’t move, peering at the foot of the chair he saw it bolted to the floor
‘’The fu.ck’’ he murmured ‘’Hello!?!’’ he called out into the dimly lit room. Silence.
‘’Anybody there!?!’’ He called out again. It was a couple of minutes before he heard the scuffling of footsteps and the unlocking of bolts on the door.
 
Theo and Jonah spilled into the room, stepping cautiously over to Will.
‘’What’s going on, where am I?’’ Will looked over to them both, glancing at their attire, they had changed clothing and were now dressed far more casually.
‘’You’re in London’’ Jonah leaned down and looked at Will’s eyes
‘’Why am I tied up. What the hell are you going to do to me’’ Will shouted, pulling at the bindings again
‘’Its for your own good, we’re not going to do anything with you. You just need to get it out of your system’’ Theo nodded his head, his arms folded over his strapping chest.
‘’Get what out of my system!’’ ill shouted, looking between the two for just the smallest scrap of sense.
‘’The blood…Couple of years should do it eh?’’ Jonah looked at Theo who was staring at the ground
‘’Yeah probably’’
‘’What’’ Will scoffed
‘’Its for your own good. See you tomorrow’’ Jonah nodded at Will and turned his back, heading towards the door, Theo nodded at Will and followed.
‘’You know you should be down here too. Your fault we’re in this mess’’ Jonah looked over to Theo, their voices getting quieter as they left the room.
‘’But we don’t have two chairs…’’

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Name: Chloe
Age: 18
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I would be Sifrena Mormont, Youngest and only daughter of Jeor Mormont, sister of the disgraced Jorah Mormont, and the next Lady of Bear Island.
 
My house - House Mormont, only daughter of Jeor Mormont, sister of Jorah Mormont. Much younger than her older brother Jorah, she was barely out of swaddling clothes after he disgraced the Mormont family. When she was five her father joined the Nights Watch. She rarely saw him growing up, occasionally going to visit him at the wall, though he didnt like her to stay there for too long due to the kind of people at the watch. On her visits to the watch as she grew older, she learned how to sword fight, ride horses and shoot with precision. When she reached 18 she started to spend longer periods at the watch, taking a job looking after the horses. Now 21, she pretty much lives there all the time, occasionally travelling back to Bear Island to visit her mother and aunt.
 
Best friend - Well, closest friend, unusually would by Tyrion Lannister. Thats right, the imp. Becoming closer to him after his visit to the wall, Sif found his humour much to her taste and enjoyed his company. They keep in contact, writing mostly, though she despises the Lannisters, she finds Tyrion as her closest ally.
 
My love - Jon Snow. After growing up at the Watch and visiting the Starks at Winterfell. Jon had suceeded where many had failed, impressing Sif, He was kindhearted, logical, and fairly quiet compared to the rest of his family. They try to keep their relationship secret, only Jons close friends knowing. Its hard for the young couple, knowing that there is little in their future due to Jons vows, only time will tell how long it will last.
 
Rival - Joffrey Lannister, need I explain?
 
My home - Bear Island and Castle Black, Occasionally Winterfell.

Robin didn't really bring any nice clothes on the short trip to Australia, luckily she packed a cream coloured pretty little sundress, and no heels, she didn't really wear them as she was already tall and heels made her even taller.
 

Settling on a nice pair of caramel colored oxfords, she set out walking to the sea-front restaurant that the surfer, she didn't even know his name....had picked out.
 
She glanced down at her watch as she held her clutch purse to her waist. Australia was nice at dusk, warm but a cool breeze blew along the promenade, it was quiet, apart from the occasional laugh and parrots flying over head.
 
6:57pm. She chewed on her lip as she ran her fingers through her hair whilst waiting outside the resteraunt. She hadn't really bothered with her hair, it was recently cut to her collarbones and was a dark chestnut colour, the sea air had brought out the natural waves in her hair and Mike and Ben assured her, she looked perfect.
 
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Robin dragged her chestnut hair over her shoulder and brushed wisps of the chocolate mane out from in front of her face. She looked over to Benny who was currently checking his camera wasn't affected by the sand on the beach.
 
They were in Australia, Queensland to be precise. They were filming a link for the BBC on the destruction of the great barrier reef. Robins green eyes scanned over the stretch of golden sand and then looked out to the flurry of waves behind them, surfers carving their boards into the wall of water.
 
She curled her barefeet into the sand and looked back to Ben, who gave her a nod and lifted the camera up onto his shoulder. Robin pulled her hair over her shoulder once more and tugged down her striped shirt.
 
''And 3...2...1...go''

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Bride-to-be;
Maiden Name: Robin Huntington
Age: 24
Occupation: Documentary maker, wildlife correspondant for the bbc, charity worker
Personality: Friendly, sensible, ambitious, firey with a short temper, sometimes hot headed, passionate, caring, creative, sometimes misunderstood, very creative, though she has very low confidence though she's very good at faking it.
Likes: ANIMALS. well fitting jeans, travelling, exploring, physical activities, the sea, the jungle, flying, sailing, just being up and about really. She likes good food, and some bad food, new sheets, rainy days
Dislikes: silence sometimes, animal cruelty, anything that she thinks is mean to animals, wearing revealing clothing, she'd much rather be comfy, alot of the desert, flight delays.
How they met their partner: Robin was filming a documentary in Australia two years ago for the BBC.
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