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SPN goes Claymore: [Vol. 01]Ch. 03Ch. 03 - Lost Warrior - Part 01SPN goes Claymore: [Vol. 01]Ch. 03 by Selenia-san
By that point, the warriors were all absorbed by the reading. Claire tilted her head, stopping for a moment her reading. “Apparently the north has been shelter for many warriors.”
Denev stated: “Well, let’s count that the Organization didn’t try to defy Easley of the North up until our so-called mission in Pieta.” Claire nodded slowly. Miria tilted her head, then smiled. “I wish to know more of this story. It was a common thing sending warriors to hunt Awakened Beings, but this. I have a feeling they were sent to execute a warrior, but in that case the Organization would have told them anyway.”
"We never fully understood the Organization’s ways. Maybe this could be also helpful from that point of view." Galatea stated. At Miria’s sign Claire kept reading.
Castiel wakes up immediately, as soon as h
SPN goes Claymore:[Vol. 1]Ch. 02SPN goes Claymore:[Vol. 1]Ch. 02 by Selenia-san
Ch. 02 - The Silver Eyed King - part 2
- I thought that non-warrior training was a new thing for the Organization.
Helen had stopped Claire and her tone showed doubt. In fact, they had seen only Raftela - that Number Ten of the current generation - who was given a non-warrior training. Cynthia smiled lightly, then said:
- Well, if this Number One is still alive, he might give some tips to Raftela.
- I don't want to break your optimism, but we still don't know whether this Castiel is alive. For all we know he might have awakened.
Denev had talked in a doubtful tone. Claire looked at the diary, then replied:
- We won't know, unless we go on reading.
Denev nodded, then let Claire keep reading.
The warriors have reached Pieta - they've been travelling for at least five days, counting all the stops they've made. The people look at them with fright, as if they were wild animals ready to attack. Dean snickers, muttering something about "the usual treatment", while Sa
Supernatural - DestinedSupernatural - Destined by amitrixwolf
The sun was just starting to dip into its usual routine of the end of the day. The trees were done turning their colors for the year and had started falling daily littering the ground with the colors of fall. A chill wind constantly blew through towns making so the winter coats were hung on the walls for easy access. Spooky decorations covered rows of houses and pumpkins with carved smiles guarded the doorways of Pontiac, Illinois.
While other kids were deciding what they were going to be wearing for Halloween in the next week and where they best candy houses were two particular small boys were getting ready to settle into the umpteenth motel that month. The dark blue '67 Impala roared down the road and scattered leaves as it flew past houses neatly stacked in a line. Dean's green eyes stared vacantly as the other children ran around on the streets and sighed, "How long are we gonna be in this stupid town anyway?" He turned and relaxed into the front seat of the car.
"A week tops, I pr
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