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Aquatia: Treacherous Currents

ONE YEAR AGO, Sara’s mother disappeared.

LAST NIGHT, she found her mother’s secret jewelry box.

TONIGHT, she read her mother’s last note, and learned about a hidden, underwater kingdom . . . and some people who want to destroy it.

NOW, they’re hunting her down and Sara must decide whether to continue her mother’s work of saving the underwater kingdom, or hide.

“Wait! Is that all? But it doesn’t say anything about us!”

“Who would want to read about a 7 legged octopus with a secret spy complex?”

“Exactly! I’ll bet everyone just raised their hands! Besides, what would Sara’s deep sea Aquatian rescue be without her two Side-Fins.”

“You mean Side-Kicks.”

“You can’t be a side-kick, you’re a manta ray, you don’t even have legs.”

“And you don’t have fins.”

“Good point, though I don’t really have legs either, they’re tentacles, it’s totally different. We’ll just have to settle for “Sara’s Super Secret Sea Spies”.”

“Or The S.S.S.S.S. for short.”

“Exactly.”

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Ghephard Gang: Wishes, Fishes and Dirty Dishes

Yesterday, the Ghepard Gang was simply trying to stop the Duebad Gang from wreaking havoc in the city. 

Today, while rescuing an old lady from the Duebads, they ended up with her statue.

Now, weird things are happening. Weird things that may change the balance of everything in their town. . . 

"Uh-hem, I’m not sure what to call this, is it like a blog, or journal-no Char, it’s not a diary.  What about a podcast?  Would that make me a Pod-Caster?  Naw, that sounds like a veggie tosser.  Maybe I should say something like, “Space log, stardate 12507-3, this is gang historian Hughbert-” ow!  Ok, ok, Char, you don’t have to hit me.

As the new Historian of the Ghepard Gang, it’s my duty to report the doings of the gang as I see them. Of course, I’m supposed to be truthful in my record-keeping since it is for posterity and blah ba-da-blah.  Wow, that sounded like a hip-hop song—ow!  I know, Char, focus.

Char is the member of the gang that’s supposed to keep my record truthful and keep me from wandering. We hope to publish our history, somehow the world needs to know what we've been through--even though they’ll never believe it. I don’t blame them, I lived through it and I still can’t believe it. 

Still, it’s not my job to convince you, only share our story. You can decide what to do with it from there . . ."