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ON October 2 1st, 1735, John and Charles Wesley sailed for Georgia. A charter had been obtained from George II. in June, 1732, creating the narrow strip of country between South Carolina and Florida into a British colony. It lay between the river Savannah on the north and the Alabama on the south, with a coast line of rather more than sixty miles. This territory was vested in twenty-one trustees, of whom Colonel (afterwards General) Oglethorpe was the chief. As a member of Parliament, he had interested himself greatly in the sufferings of small debtors, and had obtained a committee to inquire into the state of the prisons. Many unfortunate debtors were thus released. Oglethorpes practical sympathy led him to devise some means of support for his new constituency. The colony was thus founded for the benefit of the poor, and he became its governor. Parliament voted io,ooo, the Bank of England 10,000, and before long 36,000 was raised to carry out the work.
In February, 1733, one hundred and twenty emigrants, under the care of Oglethorpe, reached the spot where Savannah now stands. A year later, a party of Protestants, driven out from Salzburg, in Germany, because they had renounced popery, settled in the colony where England had offered them an asylum. Some Scotch Highlanders and Moravians followed. The emigrants with whom the Wesleys sailed were the fifth company that went to find a home in Georgia. Oglethorpe had returned to England after spending a year in the colony, bringing with him some of the Indians of the district, whose visit helped largely to increase public interest in the whole scheme.
Dr. Burton, of Corpus Christi College, Oxford, was one of the trustees for the colony. He was no stranger to the Oxford Methodists, and urged them to undertake a mission to Georgia. Oglethorpe, who had been a friend and correspondent of Samuel Wesley, was also anxious to secure the co-operation of his sons. John Wesley sought advice from his brother Samuel and from William Law. He also went to Manchester to consult his friend Clayton. Thence he travelled to Epworth, to lay his plan before his mother. Her answer was, Had I twenty sons, I should rejoice if they were all so employed. Wesley therefore expressed his willingness to undertake the mission on September i 8th. He was sent out by the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts, who allowed him fifty pounds a year. His motives in accepting this mission were a sincere desire to work out his own salvation and a longing to preach Christ to the Indians. He imagined that the pomp and show of the world could have no place in the wilds of America.
Charles Wesley, much against the will of his brother Samuel, accepted the position of secretary to the Governor. He was ordained just on the eve of the voyage. Benjamin Ingham, at John Wesleys express request, accompanied the brothers. Charles Delamotte, the son of a Middlesex magistrate, could not bear to be separated from Wesley. His family were greatly opposed to his going out, but at last granted a reluctant consent. These were the four friends who sailed in the Simmonds. At Westminster, on Tuesday afternoon, October 14th, they took boat for Gravesend, where their vessel lay. Dr. Burton, Mr. Morgan, and Mr. James Hutton accompanied them. Charles Morgan was the brother of their early friend who had broken the ice for the Wesleys at Oxford, and induced them to visit the prisoners and the sick. It is pleasant to find him filling his brothers place in this farewell scene. Mr. Tyerman says that he and Kirkham, after the Oxford days, drift away into the great ocean of forgetfulness and leave no trace behind them. Wesleys journals show, however, that he visited Morgan near Dublin in July, 1769. James Hutton had been introduced to the Wesleys at Oxford, whilst there on a visit. He invited the brothers to stay at his fathers house in Westminster when they came to town. The Huttons lived in College Street, next door to the house in which Samuel Wesley resided whilst usher of Westminster School. When John Wesley came to London, a sermon he preached to the conversion of young Hutton and his sister. James Hutton greatly wished to go to Georgia, but his parents were not willing for him to take a step which would interfere so much with his business prospects. Morgan and Hutton remained at Gravesend on Wednesday and Thursday. Each day the friends received the Lords Supper together.
The Sinzmonds lay for a week at Gravesend after the party went on board. Mr. Oglethorpe thoughtfully assigned them two cabins in the forecastle, in order that they might have more privacy. That which the Wesleys occupied was of good size, so that the four friends could comfortably meet together in it to read and pray. They found twenty-six Moravians on board, going out to the colony under the care of David Nitschman, their bishop. As soon as his friends returned to London, John Wesley began to learn German in order to converse with them. The Methodists were now busily employed. They rose at four and went to bed between nine and ten. Every moment of the day was mapped out. The first hour after they rose was given to private prayer; then they read the Scriptures, and compared them with the writings of the primitive Church. Breakfast was ready at seven. Public prayers were at eight. The friends then separated to various studies until noon. John Wesley learnt German. Charles wrote sermons. At twelve they met to pray and devise plans for the good of themselves or their fellow-passengers. Dinner was at one. John Wesley then talked with the passengers about religion until four oclock, the hour for public prayers. From five to six was spent in retirement. At six, supper was served. John Wesley then read in his cabin to a few of the passengers, and at seven attended the Moravian service. The friends spent another hour together, and then lay down to rest on their mats and blankets. Neither the roaring of the sea nor the motion of the ship could disturb their well-earned rest.! It is evident that the little company of Methodists were as devoted to their work in board ship as at the University.
Besides the crew and the Germans, there were about eighty English passengers on board. The Simmonds was a vessel of two hundred and twenty tons, under the command of Captain Joseph Cornish; the other vessel, the London Merchant, also chartered by the trustees, was about the same size. Her captain was called John Thomas. One of his Majestys sloops, the Hawk, Captain ~. Joseph Gascoigne, which had been ordered to proceed to Georgia for the defence of the colony from the Spaniards, sailed with them, but soon parted company under stress of weather. Mr. Oglethorpe was to have sailed in the Hawk, but he preferred to stay with the emigrants. He spared no pains to secure the comfort of his company. When the weather was fine he visited the London Merchant to see that all on board were properly cared for. The. Methodist party dined at Oglethorpes table. There were two hundred and twenty-seven passengers in the two ships.
The vessels were detained at Cowes till December ; 10th. Charles Wesley, who was known to the clergyman, preached three or four times in the church during the five weeks spent here. At last they were able to set sail with forty vessels that had been becalmed like themselves. Their voyage was a succession of storms. John Wesley,~ ashamed of his unwillingness to die, asked himself; How is it thou hast no faith The good impression already made on his mind by the humility and devotion of the Moravians was increased by their fearlessness in the tempest. He found that they were delivered from the spirit of fear, as well as from pride, anger, and r~e~Wliflit they were singing a psalm the sea broke over the vessel split the main sail in piece and poured in between the decks as if the great deep had already swallowed them up. The Germans calmly sang on. Even the women and children were not afraid to die. Their spirit made the deeper impression on Wesley because the English passengers were trembling and screaming with terror. It was too good an opportunity to be lost. He went about among his own countrymen trying to show them the difference between him that beareth God and him that dareth Him not.
On the 5th of February, 1736, the Simmonds sailed into the Savannah river. Next morning, at eight, the emigrants set foot on American soil. Wesley and his friends knelt down with the Governor to thank God for their safety amid all the perils of the sea. Mr. Oglethorpe then took boat for Savannah, leaving the emigrants to assemble on shore and await his return. Next day he was with them again. Mr. Spangenberg, a Moravian minister from Savannah, came with him. Wesley sought his advice about his own work. Spangenberg asked him a few questions. His first inquiry, Does the Spirit of God bear witness with your spirit that you are a child of God surprised Wesley so that he did not know what to answer. The German observing this, asked, Do you know Jesus Christ He paused, and said, I know He is the Saviour of the world. True, was the reply; but do you know He has saved you Wesley answered, I hope He has died to save me. Spangenberg only added, Do you know yourself Wesley replied, I do. But I fear they were vain words, is his comment. Wesleys heart gave to this faithful friend. He made many inquiries about the Moravian Church at Hernhuth, and spent much time in the company of the German settlers.
The scene of Wesleys ministry was the town of Savannah, which lay on an eminence forty or fifty feet above a bend of the fine river, which at that point was about a thousand feet across. The settlement was a mile and a quarter in circumference. It had forty houses, all of the same size, belonging to the first settlers, and a hundred to a hundred and fifty built more recently, some of which were two or even three stories high. Their planed boards and a coat of paint gave an air of comfort to these homes.* The Court House served as a church. Wesley found Mr. Quincy, the minister whom he was to succeed, still in Savannah, so that he did not get possession of his wooden parsonage until the middle of March. He lived on board the Simmonds for three weeks; then he and Mr. Delamotte lodged with the Germans. During these first weeks Wesley had some pleasant intercourse with the Indians, who gave him a very hearty reception. He hoped that God had a great I work for him to do amongst them.
On Sunday, March 7th, Wesley began his ministry at Savannah by preaching on the Epistle for the day, the thirteenth chapter of the First Epistle to the Corinthians. He described the death-bed of his father at Epworth, and another death-bed which he had seen in Savannah. The people crowded into the church, and listened with deep seriousness and attention to their new pastor. Such was the general interest awakened by his ministry that ten days later a ball arranged by a gentleman had to be given up. The church was full for prayers, whilst the ball-room was almost empty. The influence which he exerted may also be seen from another incident. A lady assured him when he landed that be would see as well-dressed a congregation as most he had seen in London. Wesley found that she was right. He soon began to expound the Scriptures which relate to dress with a forcible application. From that time he saw neither gold nor costly apparel in the church. The ladies of his congregation were generally dressed in plain linen or woollen.t About seven hundred people were under his pastoral care. Savannah itself had about 518 inhabitants.t The Parsonage, which comfortably accommodated Wesley and his friends, had many conveniences, with a good garden. Charles Wesley and Ingham went on to Frederic; a hundred miles south of Savannah; John Wesley and Delamotte remained in Savannah. Before the end of the month Wesley had arranged weekly Communion and morning and evening prayers. Delamotte had begun to teach a few orphan children. Their work was interrupted by the arrival of Ingham from Frederica with news of Charles Wesleys painful situation. Neither the form nor the power of godliness existed among the settlers there. They had slandered Charles Wesley to the Governor, and Mr. Oglethorpe had weakly allowed himself to deal most harshly with his secretary. Charles Wesley was denied even the commonest comforts, and his life was in peril through the malice of his unscrupulous enemies. John Wesley and Delamotte started in haste to Frederica, whilst Ingham remained in charge of the church and school at Savannah. The troubles at Frederica were greatly relieved by this visit, but little could be done in such a soil. By the middle of May business brought Charles Wesley to Savannah, and John took his place for five weeks in Frederica. He laboured with great zeal, but with small success. After Charles Wesley sailed for England in August, 1736, John Wesley spent some days in Frederica. He found less prospect than ever of doing good. Many of the people were extremely zealous and indefatigably diligent to hinder the work, and few of those who were of a better mind durst show their feeling for fear of the displeasure of the opponents. He says, After having beaten the air in this unhappy place for twenty days, on January 26th, 1737, I took my final leave of Frederica. It was not any apprehension of my own danger, though my life had been threatened many times, but an utter despair of doing good there, which made rue content with the thought of seeing it no more.
Wesleys labours were now confined to Savannah. He had less prospect than ever of preaching to the Indians, for which purpose alone he had gone to America. The trustees for the colony had appointed him minister of Savannah without his knowledge, but he only consented to hold that post until the way opened for his mission to the heathen. The serious parishioners had importunately urged him to watch over them a little longer till some~ one could supply his place, and he was the more wil1ing to accede to this request because the Indians were engaged in wars, which left them no time, they said, to listen to the Gospel. At the end of February, I7~7, Mr. Ingham started for England to enlist fresh workers~ for the mission. By his hands Wesley forwarded a letter of thanks for the parochial library sent out by Dr. Bray and his associates to Savannah. In it he gives an account of the school which Mr. Delamotte conducted. There were thirty or forty children, who learned to read, write, and cast accounts. Before morning school, and also after the work of the day was over, Delamotte catechised the younger children; in the evening the older scholars were instructed. Mr. Wesley catechised all on Saturday afternoon, and on Sunday before evening service. Immediately after the Second Lesson a select number of the scholars repeated their Catechism in the church. Wesley afterwards explained and applied what had been repeated both to the children and the congregation. Some of the boys in Delamottes school were inclined to despise those who came without shoes or stockings. Wesley, therefore, took his friends post, and went to his work barefoot. The boys were amazed, but Wesley kept them to their books, and before the end of the week had cured them of their vanity. The pains taken with the children bore good fruit. On Whit Sunday, 1737, four of them, who had been carefully trained every day for several weeks, were admitted to the Communion at their own earnest and repeated desire. Their zeal stirred up many of their companions. The children began to attend more carefully to the teaching, and a remarkable seriousness appeared in their whole behaviour and conversation.
Wesleys later Sundays in America were full of work. He read prayers in English from five to half-past six, at nine in Italian to a few Vaudois. From half-past ten to half-past twelve he had an English service, with sermon and Communion. At one he held a French service, at two instructed the children, at three read evening prayers. After this Wesley joined with as many as his largest room would hold in reading, prayer, and praise, and at six attended the Moravian service, not as a teacher, but a learner. On Saturdays he read prayers in French and German in two neighbouring settlements. In cases of serious illness he visited the sick every day. His work in Savannah won him general respect. He says that he had ease, honour, and abundancewhat he neither desired nor expected in America.
A fortnight later the storm began to burst. On Sunday, August 7th, he says, 1 repelled Mrs. Williamson from the Holy Communion. This lady was the niece of Mr. Causton, the storekeeper and chief magistrate of Savannah. During the voyage to America, Mr. Oglethorpe had been much struck with Wesleys ability, and felt that if it were not for what he regarded as his religious enthusiasm, he might greatly help him in the colony. He tried, there.. fore, to get Wesley married. Miss Sophia Hopkey, Mr. Caustons niece, was the lady whom he thought most eligible. She was beautiful, elegant in her manners, and intelligent. Wesley was introduced to her a month after his arrival in Georgia. Miss Hopkey afterwards went to Frederica. John Wesley wrote about her to his brother on March 22nd. 1 conjure you, he says, spare no time, no address or pains, to learn the true cause of the former distress of my friend. I much doubt you are in the right. God forbid that she should again, in like manner, miss the mark. Watch over her; help her as much as possible. Write to me how I ought to write to her. *
When Wesley visited Frederica in October he found that tier religious life had suffered much in that uncongenial place. Even poor Miss Sophy was scarce the shadow of what she was when I left her. I endeavoured to convince her of it, but in vain; and to put it effectually out of my power so to do, she was resolved to return to England immediately. I was at first a little surprised, but I soon collected my spirits and remembered my calling. After speaking of his efforts for the people he adds: My next step was to divert Miss Sophy from the fatal resolution of going to England. After several fruitless attempts I at length prevailed; nor was it long before she recovered the ground she had lost. The young lady became his comforter when the Governor returned from an expedition and took no notice of Wesley. When he mentioned this to her she sad, Sir, you encouraged me in my greatest trials; be not discouraged yourself. Fear nothing; if Mr. Oglethorpe V 11 not, God will help you. Two days later they took boat together for Savannah. They were six days on the way. Mr. Wesley significantly describes it as a slow and dangerous, but not a tedious passage.
Miss Sophy took every opportunity of being in Wesleys company. She begged him to assist her in her French, and when he was laid by with a fever, brought on by his yielding to Oglethorpes wish that he should show the people that he did not consider it wrong to eat animal food, she waited on him day and night during his five days illness. She consulted Oglethorpe as to the dress which would be most pleasing to the young clergyman, who disliked all gaudy attire. Henceforth she always dressed in white. In December, 1736, Wesley advised her to sup earlier, and not immediately before she went to bed. He says, She did so, and on this little circumstance what an inconceivable train of circumstances depend Inot only all the colour of my remaining life for her, but perhaps all my happiness too, in time and in eternity. So far all seemed to favour a marriage between Wesley and this young lady. On February 5th, however, difficulties arose. It was not till another month had passed that Wesley became convinced that he ought not to marry Miss Hopkey. His friend, Mr. Delamotte, asked him if he intended to marry her, and plainly showed him the ladys art and his own simplicity. Delamottes suspicions led Wesley to consult the Moravian bishop who had come over in the Simmonds. Bishop Nitschman said that the matter needed to be carefully weighed, but expressed no opinion at the moment. Some time after Wesley resolved to lay the case before the Elders of the Moravian Church. When he entered the house where they were assembled he found Delamotte with them. He explained the purpose for which he had come. The Bishop answered that they had considered his case, anc~ asked whether he would abide by their decision. Wesley, after some hesitation, replied that he would. Then, said Nitschman, we advise you to proceed no further in this business. Wesley meekly said, The will of the Lord be done. He behaved with great caution, though he clearly saw what pain the change in his conduct gave to Miss Hopkey. He determined, by Gods grace, to pull out his right eye. But he could not yet find courage for the painful task. The lady, however, helped him. She became engaged to Mr. Williamson, one of the settlers, a young man of substance, * on March 8th, and married him four days later. The husband, to quote Wesleys description, was not remarkable for handsomeness, neither for greatness, neither for wit, or knowledge, or sense, and least of all for religion. Wesley made the following entry in his journal: On Saturday, March 12th, God being very merciful to me, my friend performed what I could not.
Wesleys trouble threw fresh light on Ezekiels bereavement. He had often thought the command not to mourn or weep at such a loss was one of the most difficult ever given, but he never really understood the difficulty till now, when, considering the character I bore, I could not but perceive that the word of the Lord was come to me likewise. Forty-nine years afterwards the sorrow was still fresh in his mind. I remember when I read these words in the church at Savannah, Son of man, behold, I take from thee the desire of thine eyes with a stroke, I was pierced through as with a sword, and could not utter a word more. But our comfort is, He that made the heart can heal the heart. It was a severe trial. Wesley had walked with Mr. Causton to his country lot on March 7th, and plainly felt that if God had given him such a retirement with the companion he desired, he might have forgotten the work for which he was born, and have set up his rest in this world.
Before long he saw that it was well he had not followed his own inclination. Mrs. Williamson was not so pious as he had supposed. On July 3rd he told her of some points in her behaviour which he thought reprehensible. She was extremely angry, said that she did not expect such treatment from him, and at the turn of the street through which they were walking home from the Communion service abruptly left him. Next day Mrs. Causton expressed regret for her nieces behaviour, and wished to have Wesleys objections in writing. He furnished these, and also wrote kindly to Mr. Causton. Five weeks later Wesley repelled Mrs. Williamson from the Communion. She had not expressed her regret for the faults which he had pointed out, nor made any promise of amendment. The storm now burst. Up to this time Wesley had worked in Savannah with great success. The people loved him; his services were well attended, and everything prospered. It is not correct to speak of his mission in Georgia as a failure. But all was changed by this faithful exercise of discipline. Mr. Causton was determined to revenge what he regarded as the insult offered to his niece. Wesley refused to answer for his conduct in a purely ecclesiastical matter before a civil court. Nevertheless he was summoned to appear. A grand jury, carefully chosen from those likely to condemn Wesley, found ten bills against him. He was charged with speaking and writing to Mrs. Williamson without her husbands consent, with repelling her from the Communion, with not declaring his adherence to the Church of England, with dividing the service on Sundays, and with other matters. The first count alone was of a civil nature, and Wesley had a complete answer to that. He had only written once to Mrs. Williamson since her marriage, and that at Mr. Caustons request, in reference to those things in her conduct which he disapproved. Wesley attended six or seven courts to answer this charge, but his enemies were careful to allow him no opportunity to clear himself. Twelve of the grand jurors who dissented from the finding of the majority sent a statement to the trustees of the colony, in which they clearly answered all the charges. As to repelling Mrs. Williamson, Wesley had often declared in full congregation that, according to the rubric, he required previous notice from any one desiring to communicate. He had actually repelled several persons for non-compliance. The other matters were either misstatements or concerned points entirely outside the province of the grand jury. The protesting minority was composed of three constables, six tithing-men, and three others. If the jury had been constituted, as it ought to have been, of the four constables and eleven tithing-men, no bill could therefore have been found against Wesley. An account of the colony, published in 1741, shows Caustons tyranny and insolence in a very clear light. He threatened juries, contradicted his colleagues on the bench, and was perfectly intoxicated with power. He was, in fact, a man of no position or character, who had left England because of some charge in connection with the revenue.
When it became clear that he would not be allowed to justify himself, Wesley consulted his friends whether he should not return at once to England. He was not able to preach to the Indians, and felt that he could do Georgia greater service by representing the true state of things to the trustees than by remaining at Savannah. His friends all agreed that he ought to go, but not yet. This was on October 7th. Meanwhile his enemies continued to plot against him. On November 22nd, Mr. Causton went so far as to read some affidavits to Wesley, in which it was stated that he had abused Mr. Causton in his own house, calling him a liar and a villain. All Wesleys friends now felt that the time for his departure had come. He at once told Mr. Causton that he intended to leave Savannah immediately, and put an advertisement in the Great Square stating that he would shortly sail for England, and asking that those who had borrowed books from him would return them as soon as convenient. On December 2nd, two hours before he was to set out for Carolina, the magistrates sent for him, and told him he must not leave the colony, because he had not answered the allegations. Wesley easily disposed of this frivolous attempt to put him in the wrong, and refused to give bail for his appearance at their court. They then issued an order requiring all officers of the colony to prevent his departure. This step was simply taken to save appearances; the magistrates were only too glad to be relieved of the presence of a faithful reprover whom they could neither silence nor intimidate. As soon as evening prayers were over, about eight oclock on Friday, December 2nd, 1737, Wesley took boat, with three friends, for Carolina, on his way to England.
Mr. and Mrs. Williamson and their son, who was intended for the Church, are mentioned by a correspondent of the Gentlemans Magazine, who seems to have met them some years before at their house in Smith Street, Westminster. This writer had gone out to Georgia as a boy in the same ship as Mr. Williamson. He lodged at Mr. Caustons, attended Wesleys early morning prayers, and tells us that he himself was not insensible to the beauty and virtues of Miss Hopkey. Wesley had gone out as a missionary, with an allowance of L50 from the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel. He did not wish to accept even this small amount. He sent the trustees an account of a years expenses for Mr. Delamotte and himself; which, deducting extraordinary charges, such as the repairs of the Parsonage and journeys to Frederica, amounted only to 44 4$. 4d. He wished to take nothing more than this, but yielded to the advice of his brother Samuel, who pointed out it might be unjust to his successor to refuse, and that he might give his stipend away as he thought good. During the troubles of his last weeks in Savannah ten pounds arrived from the Vice-Provost of Eton. Wesley says he had been for several months without a shilling in the house, but not without peace, health, and contentment. He had given up animal food and wine before the Simmonds left Gravesend, and had confined himself chiefly to rice and biscuit. This course he followed in Georgia. Oglethorpe, as we have seen, once invited him to dinner, and begged that he would show those who reported that he held it wrong to eat animal food and drink wine that they were mistaken. Wesley complied, and was in consequence seized by a fever, which laid him aside for five days. With this exception he enjoyed splendid health in Georgia. The warm climate entirely cured him of the spitting of blood, which had lasted several years He continued to eat little, and carefully limited his hours of sleep. He was incessantly at work, visiting, preaching, and teaching the children. He took part of the three hundred acres of glebe land at Savannah to form a good garden, and fre quently worked in it with his own hands. During his journeys in the colony he often slept all night in the open air, exposed to all the dews that fell; sometimes he was wet through with dew and rain, but he never took any harm from the exposure. He wore Indian shoes, and slept rolled up in a blanket. Though he travelled through places infested with wild beasts, he would never carry a weapon. He said that he had a cane to try the depth of the rivers through which he had to wade, but would not have a ferrule at the end of it lest it should look like a weapon.t
After a trying journey of ten days, Wesley reached Charlestown. The party lost their way in the woods, and suffered greatly from cold and hunger. Mr. Delamotte, who had joined Wesley on the way, stayed with him some days. He then returned to Savannah. On the 22nd December Wesley went on board the Samuel, Captain Percy, bound for England. One of his parishioners from Savannah, a young gentleman who had been a few months in Carolina, and a Frenchman, sailed with him. At first he suffered much from the motion of the vessel, but a return to his old diet soon relieved him, There were about twenty souls on board. All received Wesleys counsels kindly. He felt strangely reluctant to speak to them at first, and even went among the sailors for several days intending to do so without being able. At last he took courage, and spoke to every one on board. To the Frenchman, who had no one else with whom he could converse, Wesley read and explained a chapter in the New Testament every morning. He also taught two negroes and instructed the cabin-boy. His leisure was spent in abridging M. de Rentys life, which he finished on 6th January. The vessel met a hurricane in the middle of the month, but made a good passage. On Wednesday morning, February 1st, 1738, Wesley landed safely at Deal, at half-past four.
This voyage was a time of great heart-searching. On Sunday, January 8th,* Wesley was clearly convinced of unbelief. He had not the faith in Christ that preserves from fear. St. Cyprians Works, which he read during his voyage, delivered him from the vain desire of solitude, by which he had long hoped to make himself a Christian. He was still troubled by the fear of death. He had shown his faith by his works, giving all his goods to the poor, and following after charity. But if a storm arose, he began to doubt. What if the Gospel were not true, if all his zeal and suffering had been in vain I went to America to convert the Indians, but oh! who shall convert me This was the burden of his soul in the hour when fear of death terrified him. He closes his Georgian journal with that painful summary of the lessons of his mission : It is now two years and almost four months since I left my native country in order to teach the Georgian Indians the nature of Christianity. But what have I learned myself in the meantime Why (what I the least of all suspected), that I, who went to America to convert others, was never myself converted to God. He speaks, as St. Paul spoke to the Corinthians, of his labours and sufferings, but confesses that these did not entitle him to be called a Christian. He had learned in the ends of the earth that he was fallen short of the glory of God. He now desired with all his heart to find that faith which would deliver him from fear and doubt, and bring the sensible assurance of acceptance with God.
The blessing for which Wesley longed was near at hand. We cannot altogether accept his statements in this review of the past. He himself saw things in their true light some years later, when, in republishing his journals, he added four brief notes. I, who went to America to convert others, was never myself converted to God, is his statement. His note, I am not sure of this, expresses the feeling with which we read his words. I am a child of wrath, is his groan on the ocean. I believe not, is the later verdict. I had, he says, in another note, even then the faith of a servant, though not that of a son. The blessing of confidence in God, which he craves, is truly described as the faith of a son. Wesley was only able to read his own history aright when all things had become new. He was still in darkness, but yet a few more steps, and he knew the joyful sound, and walked in the light of Gods countenance.
Whitefleld, who landed in Georgia on May 7th, 1738, bears emphatic testimony to the results of his friends mission. The good Mr. John Wesley has done in America is inexpressible. His name is very precious among the people, and he has laid a foundation that I hope neither men nor devils will ever be able to shake. Oh that I may follow him as he has followed Christ.


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This is the classic hot fudge pudding cake with a twist--it starts with a cake mix and has mini marshmallows that give it more of a souffle-like finish--without the souffle worries! Best served warm, but can be stored for up to a week in the fridge--the sauce on the bottom of the cake will just be thicker. Works best with a cake mix, such as Duncan Hines, that does not have pudding in the mix.
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- 2 cups mini marshmallows
- 1 (18 ounce) package devil's food cake mix
- 1 1⁄3 cups water
- 3 eggs
- 2 cups brown sugar, packed
- 1⁄2 cup cocoa powder
- 3 1⁄2 cups boiling water
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- Preheat oven to 375. Spray a 13x9 inch baking pan with non-stick spray.
- Scatter marshmallows evenly over bottom of pan.
- Place the cake mix, 1 1/3 c water, and eggs in mixing bowl. Mix on low speed for 1 minute, scraping sides frequently.
- Increase mixer speed to medium and beat 2 minutes more. Pour batter over marshmallows in prepared pan.
- Mix brown sugar and cocoa together and sprinkle evenly over the batter.
- Carefully pour boiling water over the batter and place pan in oven.
- Bake just until cake is firm around the edges, but still jiggly in the middle, and the sauce is starting to bubble up around the edges, about 45-50 minutes.
- Remove from oven and cool for 20 minutes before serving.

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A/N – This is set sometime after Godric's rescue and before he meets the sun. Like 99% of other True Blood fans out there, I have a love/hate relationship with his demise. On the one hand, what a tremendous and captivating death scene. On the other hand, it is so cruel to introduce such an excellent character, played by such a peerless actor, and kill them off after only a handful of episodes. Echoes of Angel's Doyle, anyone? Anyway, enjoy, review, and remember I own nothing. The title, 'He'd Never in His Life Seen So Much Sky' is from the poem 'Between the Lines' by Wilfred Gibson. It's a wonderful WWI piece and I encourage you to look it up.
"I loved a human once."
Bill was nonplussed. Godric stood in the gloom by a darkened hearth, his face cast in shadows. It was impossible to read his expression, but there was an odd trace of warmth in his tone that the other vampire would not have predicted. Unsure of what to say, he did not reply.
Godric seemed used to silence. It was true, Bill reflected, that no one in his presence for many centuries had dared not to listen; he now took the acknowledgement of others for granted.
"She had black eyes," he continued. There was an odd edge in his tone, the grief of a very old man threading through the voice of a very young one. "Deep and dark and clear. I looked into them and it was like drowning. Like giving in to sleep."
Sookie's eyes were warmth, drawing him in, but Bill understood anyway what Godric meant. He knew what it was like to be with someone you loved and to feel like you belonged nowhere else.
Something stirred inside of him. "What happened to her?"
Godric was quiet for so long that Bill wondered if he had overstepped. He did not apologize, but braced himself for the sheriff's anger.
To his surprise, when Godric shifted and the shadows across his face were altered, Bill could see that he was smiling. The effect was unearthly; it would have given away his age even to someone who did not know what he was. "I wanted to turn her. She told me that a lifetime would have to be enough for me."
Bill couldn't help himself. "Was it?"
Godric's reply was soft and steady. "Could it ever be? Come back in sixty years, and you will not need to ask that question."
With anyone else, Bill would have been furious. But Godric was the only one he had ever met who had lived this to its bitter conclusion, and Bill wanted to push even though it would hurt. "I won't let Sookie die."
"That will not be your choice, in the end," Godric replied. There was kindness in his voice. Oddly, that made it worse. Bill could not bring himself to speak.
Noiselessly, Godric went to the window. When he looked out, Bill looked out too; the sky was clear and strewn with stars.
"The universe is a thing much more colossal than it should be, isn't it?" Godric sounded as though he spoke mostly to himself. "Even a handful of centuries ago, it was just a thin, starry veil over Heaven."
The night sky was the only thing that never changed. Bill had a great deal of respect for that. "It is lovely."
Godric turned to him. "I see only dead lights in a void."
Bill looked away.
Godric moved away from the window, restless. "A vampire should always have an affinity for the stars he was born under," he remarked. He prowled the room, a dim silhouette in the moonlight. "I think I have walked this world too long."
Bill wondered why Godric told him this. Perhaps he was the only one who could be told who would not try to convince him that he did not, and could not, feel as he did.
"What will you do?" Bill asked, genuinely curious.
Godric stopped, having arrived back at the window. He rested his palms lightly against the glass and leaned close, as though yearning to break through. Bill, used to Sookie doing the same in the mirror after she brushed her teeth, half-expected a circle of fog before he remembered that Godric did not breathe.
"Do you ever miss the sunrise, William?"
If the question took Bill by surprise, he did not show it. He shook his head, and though Godric's back was turned, he knew the elder vampire sensed it. "Maybe someday," he said. "Not yet."
"Ah well." Bill got the feeling that Godric had moved on from him, gone somewhere else in his thoughts. "The world is too well-lit now. The night is not the abyss it once was."
"No," Bill agreed. He turned to leave, sensing that the conversation was over.
Godric remained at the window, thinking of another night like this one, too many centuries ago and far away.
"You're leaving." Eric's tone was very faintly accusatory. Had Godric not known him well, he would not have detected it.
Godric inclined his head.
"I'll come with you," Eric said immediately.
A shadow of a smile crossed Godric's face. "No. You have things to attend to here."
"Then stay."
He had never hidden anything from Eric. "I'm sorry. Rome holds very few good memories for me."
Eric could only look at him, eyes flat.
Godric laughed, a father to a child making a mountain out of a molehill. "The world is young, Eric. We will see one another again."
The world was still young. But without appearing to, and without realizing exactly how or when it had happened, Godric had grown old.
Close by, he heard the door click quietly shut behind Bill, leaving him alone.
He shut his eyes. After twenty centuries of travelling the width and breadth of the earth, it was time to go home.


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Thus the story begins
Order of the White Lotus Headquarters, Republic City, 224 AG
A total of six people sat in the council room. Four whispered among themselves. The other two, an older man and a boy no more than twelve years old, waited silently. One of the other four cleared his throat, shuffled some papers, and stared through the boy as if he were any common criminal. "The Avatar has been found guilty of all charges..."
The outcome could have been predicted. Beside the young boy, the man placed his hand in consolation. All the words began to blur together as the sentence was read. He stood, though the man tried to tell him otherwise. At the top of his lungs, he screamed. Nothing in particular: the confused cry of frustration from a young boy whose life was suddenly falling. His fist clenched at his side, he thought about bending. They must have thought he would; two burly policemen barged in, grabbing the boy's arms to restrain him.
All the young boy could think to do was dig in his heels and keep yelling while the two officers dragged him from the Council Room. On the opposite end of the room, the four who had written his sentence stood and turned without a second glance at the boy. Even the man who had stood beside the boy for the trial remained standing with his back to him. The two men lifted the boy off of the ground so they could easily leave, but he kept screaming and kicking through the halls of the Council building.
Others lined the halls, some of whom watched as he was dragged to his fate while others pretended not to notice. A painful spectacle for anyone to behold: a young boy being convicted of a crime he hardly had any control over. Even now the boy did not know the full extent of the sentence, but he still struggled against the grip of the two men with all his might. Now, his screams had some meaning: he shouted pleas and curses to the police officers, to those who sentenced him, to the spirits. No one listened.
His prison cell had been specially made for him – the construction was the only reason the trial took as long as it did. The three made only one stop on the descent to the young boy's new residence: a stop to put on the boy's permanent bindings. In the sentence, his permanent restraints were detailed: anti-bending cuffs on his hands and feet, and an anti-bending muzzle over his mouth. Even after being dragged through an entire building as if on display, the young boy still had not lost his resolve to fight against his fate. Though he could not scream anymore, and struggle was more difficult, the young boy continued to squirm. Another appeared to open the door to the prison once they arrived, and the two others literally heaved the boy into the cell.
Though the large empty metal box did not seem impressive, the platinum would be resistant to firebending, and could not be earthbended. The only light that poured into the room was from the doorway. After the young boy was in the cell, that heavy door swung closed, sealing him in the dark, empty box. Up until now, the boy could have struggled against his captors, and that was enough to keep him going. But now, he could do nothing. He was completely alone.
He tried to stand, but realized that in his struggling he had landed on his right leg and broken it. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he dragged himself to a corner of the room where he could prop his back against one wall and lean against another. His crying was silent, filled with hiccups from not being able to get enough air to breathe properly. Realizing that the restraints were affecting him in this way, he tried to calm himself down, but found that he could not. Anyone outside could not hear him and, if they could he had a feeling that they would not care. His eyes began to dry out, and he eventually drifted into an uneasy sleep.
"Young Avatar..." a voice rocked the boy out of his sleep. His eyes blinked open to find that he was staring at the bottom of a long, red robe. He followed the robe upwards, noting that it appeared to be old Fire Nation attire, until he met the eyes of and old man. The old man had long, white hair and a flowing white beard which clung to his chin. Though wrinkles lined his face, the boy had a feeling that this man was as – if not more – powerful a bender as any younger man. "Stand," the old man commanded gently.
Only hours before he had broken his leg, yet now the boy found that he could stand. "Who... are you?" The boy stammered the question, more out of instinct than anything else. In doing so, he also realized that he no longer had any of the restraints.
"I am Avatar Roku. I am your predecessor of fire."
Everything had happened so fast: it took the boy a moment to remember everything he had heard and experienced about his identity. "Why can I stand? And talk?"
"Look behind you."
The boy did. Behind him, he saw himself: a crumpled and beaten little form. Startled, the boy turned back to the apparition before him and began to ask why he was apparently out of his own body.
"Your spirit form has left your body... you are partially in the Spirit World, though your spirit needs help to make it journey the rest of the way," the Avatar explained. This information overwhelmed the young boy, and all he could do was shake his head. "But... if I'm only partially in the Spirit World, why can I see you?"
Though the boy seemed overwhelmed, Roku's tone remained matter-of-fact. "I came to you, Avatar, to help guide you into the Spirit World. But you must make the decision to follow."
Order of the White Lotus Headquarters, Republic City, 235 AG
The figure stepped deeper into the room, causing the Avatar to tense. This man's attire was odd – a pure white suit with a black shirt seeming almost inverted from the norm. His face wrinkled with some age, accented with a wispy moustache and goatee. "I am a friend, don't worry." He neared the Avatar, extending his hand. Hesitantly, the Avatar met the other's grip, feeling himself get lifted off the ground. His legs were shaky and at first he almost toppled over, to be caught by the mysterious man. "Here, let me get those bindings off." From his pocket, the man produced a key, which he inserted into the lock of the hand restraints and feet restraints. In a quick flick of his wrist, he gestured to the Avatar to turn around while he removed the muzzle as well.
Once the restraints fell to the ground, the Avatar rubbed his jaw before examining his wrists and ankles. They were discolored for all these years, and he suspected that they may never fully return to their natural colors, or at least would take a while. "I owe you my thanks," the Avatar spoke, pausing as he realized that his voice was considerable lower than the last time he heard himself speak. "But... who exactly are you?"
"Ah! I suppose I didn't introduce myself yet. Call me 'Moshui'. It's more of a title than a name, but it'll do."
"Moshui," the Avatar turned the name over in his head. "And you already know who I am."
With the Avatar's eyes slowly becoming adjusted to the lighting, he noticed Moshui smile from underneath a tuft of facial hair. "Indeed. Avatar Zian Ye... I highly doubt there's a man or child alive today who doesn't know who you are."
Shouting and the clatter of footsteps could be heard from outside; the Order of the White Lotus apparently did not welcome this new guest. "Tell me, Moshui," the Avatar glanced over the other's shoulder at silhouettes sprinting down the hall, "do you have a plan for getting out of here, or am I about to get a much stricter sentencing?"
Glancing behind him, Moshui counted the number of figures coming and replied, "There aren't too many of them, but I'd appreciate your help... if your skills aren't too rusty."Zian held his hand in front of his heart with his palm facing upward, creating a small, controlled ball of fire. "Only one way to find out."
Now, the figures had closed the gap. Five blocked the exit from the chamber; from their skin color and eyes, it appeared that there were two earthbenders: one a big fellow who looked like he would be a good fighter with and without his bending, the other was thinner and shorter, but still looked pretty athletic. In addition, there were two firebenders: a slim woman and an arrogant looking man. The final figure looked to be a waterbender – long hair, dark skin, well built. Each took their respective bending stance, confirming the analysis of their appearances.
"They shouldn't be a problem," the cocky-looking firebender said to his colleagues, as if Moshui and Zian were deaf. "Date said the old one isn't a bender and the Avatar hasn't used his bending in years."
"'Old'?!" Moshui repeated the title given by the firebender in an offended tone. "If I am old, then your boss is ancient."
"You're outnumbered. Step away from the Avatar and we won't hurt you," the waterbender said, ignoring Moshui's statement as well as that of his firebending colleague.
Neither side moved, at first, until Zian grabbed his sleeve causing the five Order of the White Lotus members to become tense. He pulled outward, tearing off a long strip of fabric. "I'm not so willing to go back into captivity myself," he expressed while using the cloth to tie his overgrown jet black hair into a low ponytail. After tying it back, he shook his hair a bit, causing a few bangs to fall into his face.
"Then we'll just have to beat you back into captivity," the conceited OWL firebender replied.
Not surprisingly, this bender made the first move. He opened his stance by moving his front foot forward, and punched several blasts of fire at Zian and Moshui. The former stepped in front of Moshui and as the fireballs closed in on them he made a circular sweeping motion with his arms, successfully causing the flames to dissipate. Before Zian could begin a counterattack, the smaller earthbender slammed his feet into the ground causing the floor beneath Zian to shatter. Unlike the prison cell, this ground was made of an impure metal that could be controlled through earthbending.
The ground beneath Zian split into a triangular shard which lifted off the ground in an attempt to knock him backwards. Instead, as the floor tipped backwards, Zian pushed off of the toes of his left foot, tucking his right leg in as he spun in the air. In mid-spin, he extended his right leg, creating a stream of fire that collided with the closest opponent: the arrogant firebender. As Zian's heel came down, the firebender blocked the foot itself, though the flames licked his face. The opponent tried to use this block as leverage, however Zian reacted quicker; he pushed off of the firebender's forearm to propel himself backwards.
It seemed that the cocky firebender was offended by this display, as he began to move into another attack despite the burns on his face. His moves had slowed, which Zian used to his advantage. A large, sloppy punch of flames came towards the Avatar, which he easily dodged and moved in. Pivoting on his left leg, Zian twisted his body and snapped his strong leg at the other firebender. The distance was small enough that Zian's foot collided with the opponent's stomach, probably shattering a few ribs. At the same time, Zian released a burst of flames which seared the firebenders clothes and launched him to the ground. While their colleague howled in pain, the other OWL guards stared at the Avatar in shock.
Of the enemies, the waterbender regained his composure first. From a satchel of water at his hip, the bender produced a stream of water which he solidified into an ice spike. The spike launched with a flick of the waterbender's wrist toward the Avatar. Zian reacted just as the projectile was inches from his face; he grabbed the spike and melted it into a puddle at his feet with his firebending. His lack of combat experience betrayed him when he tried to move: the waterbender had frozen the water at his feet, locking the Avatar in place.
Rather than the waterbender attack again, the female firebender took advantage of the opening. She ducked low, quickly rushing in while Zian braced himself for an attack. Only feet away, she punched her left knee into the air, leaping off the ground as she snapped her other leg to launch a blast of fire at point-blank range. In mid-motion, she fell limp and hit the ground hard. Behind her, Moshui stood poised with his left fist clenched. While she focused on the Avatar, he had moved around behind her so as to protect the currently immobile Avatar.
Though two of their own had fallen, the other three did not seem discouraged. The big earthbender viciously slammed into the earth, further breaking the floor. Instead of aiming the attack at the Avatar, this earthbender pulled a piece of the floor up, forming it into a sharp disc approximately a meter in diameter. He pulled it to his side and launched it at Zian and Moshui. The spinning disc was far off from hitting Moshui, who easily dodged to the side. Zian pushed off the bottom of his heels to avoid – being still bound to the ground he could not fully dodge – and just barely succeeded; the stray bangs of his ponytail had a little over a centimeter cut off by the attack.
At this point in the battle, it became apparent that the three did not want to give the Avatar or Moshui an opening. The big earthbender began another similar attack while the other earthbender punched the ground to form metal gloves. While Zian still could not move, the smaller earthbender rushed in, aiming a sharp punch at the Avatar's stomach. It collided, causing Zian to reel in pain. Meanwhile, the waterbender still focused on maintaining the restriction on the Avatar while the larger earthbender focused on Moshui. Another punch at Zian stomach followed and the Avatar lifted his fist upward to try to fight back. He created a fireball focused at the bottom of his fist which he attempted to slam against the attacker's head. The earthbender caught the fireball in his metal glove, clenching it to make the flames dissipate.
With the next punch from the earthbender, Zian noticed that his feet lurched backwards – the ice had melted. A left punch came, which Zian avoided in one easy movement to throw the earthbender off balance. As he dodged, Zian pivoted and extended his right leg. He spun so that his heel faced the opponent's face, creating a focused area of fire which collided with the earthbender's cheek to knock the enemy to the ground. With another opponent defeated, he looked to see how his rescuer fared. The waterbender was down, though Moshui now engaged in what appeared to be some sort of wrestling fight with the huge earthbender.
The middle-aged man desperately held onto the earthbender's forearms while the massive man struggled like a beast. Noting that Moshui had the earthbender distracted, Zian came up behind and quickly bent down, straightening his right leg to make a sweeping kick to knock the earthbender off of his feet. While executing the kick, Zian focused a stream of fire which burned the large man as he toppled. Moshui released his grip and dodged the falling form.
All five opponents lay defeated though a few on the brink of consciousness. With no active threats, the two had opportunity for a brief rest. "Phew," Moshui said somewhat anticlimactically while straightening his suit jacket.
Out of curiosity, Zian approached the nearest of the opponents Moshui had taken out – the waterbender – and felt his pulse on the man's wrist. Nothing.
"We need to get moving," the mysterious savior said quickly and somewhat defensively.
Zian had a feeling it would do nothing to ask Moshui how he killed these guards, and more footsteps could be heard, for now faint and distant. He stood and glanced around. His cell was situated at the end of a long staircase and hallway, and undoubtedly the end of that hallway would be the answer. In addition, Zian figured that escape would involve more fighting due to the fact that only one way in or out existed. Rather than say anything more, the Avatar nodded and began to run down the hall. The adrenaline from fighting had counteracted some of the stiffness from being locked up eleven years; now that the fight was over, sharp bursts of pain shot through Zian's legs with every step he took.
They made it almost to a doorway at the end of the hall before running into more guards. This time, there were only three, though in the close quarters of the space a full on duel would be next to impossible. Before they could enter a fighting stance, Zian pulled his hands into his chest – left hand cradling a ball of fire created by the right hand. In mid stride, he thrust his hands forward to launch a stream of flames at the opponents. The enemies reeled, creating an opening for Zian and Moshui to duck through. Not wasting time to open the door, Zian slammed his left shoulder into end of the metal door opposite the hinges to force it open.
Free from the long metal hallway, the two staggered into what appeared to be some sort of storage room. To Zian's surprise, the only OWL sentries lay unmoving on the ground – undoubtedly Moshui's doing. The aforementioned closed and blocked the door behind them. "There's a supply elevator in this room that leads to the garage. A car is waiting for us there."
Indeed there was a supply elevator, and which the two entered. The elevator in essence was a large metal cage with a few buttons, one of which Moshui pressed. There were no conventional elevator doors, and the box began to creak, to Zian's brief surprise, upward slowly. As they ascended, a few more guards barged through the door, catching Moshui and the Avatar's eye briefly. Since Zian's prison was underground, the garage happened to be the next floor up.
The elevator creaked to a halt, and Zian immediately noticed a flashy black car situated just beyond. His suspicion that this car belonged to Moshui was confirmed as the latter led him to the vehicle. Moshui swung open the nearest rear and pushed Zian into the back seat, following himself. Once inside, he closed the door and leaned forward. "Take us back to the base," he instructed a driver Zian could not see.
Once inside the car, Zian took a deep breath and assessed his physical status. While he stood trial, the Order of the White Lotus gave him an oversized pair of gray coveralls, which now fit snuggly. His wrists were still discolored and his bangs felt greasy against his forehead and cheeks. On the note of hygiene, Zian noticed that he smelled... a lot. His horrific scent was not that of not bathing for over a decade, but further that of not bathing throughout literally all of his puberty and wearing the same clothes throughout. It was a wonder that Moshui stood him throughout their fight. "Where are we going?" Zian inquired after completing his brief assessment.
"We're going to my organization's headquarters. It's in Republic City, though with all the protection we've put into it the Order of the White Lotus can't touch us."
"What is your 'organization' exactly?"
Moshui shrugged. "I am the current leader of Anying Jiaoben."
Zian stared at Moshui in shock. "Anying Jiaoben, as in those criminals who were led by the guy who killed the entire Republic City council and illegalized bending?"
"My predecessor was quite ambitious," Moshui replied with a shrug. As Zian looked like he was about to reply, Moshui spoke, "Before you ask any more questions, I have a question for you: how is your firebending so skillful after being imprisoned for eleven years? I figured I would be pulling you out of there on my own."
The Avatar took a deep breath and exhaled into a sigh. "Practice," he said flatly. Then, Zian thought to return the question, "What did you use to take out those guards?"
Though Moshui did not seem content with this answer, he still replied to Zian's question. "Just a little trick I picked up – it's a pain to use, really. I only use it when firearms would be too noisy. Any other questions?"
"Yeah: what does a criminal organization gain from freeing the Avatar?"
Moshui laughed. "What doesn't a criminal organization gain from freeing the Avatar?" After posing this rhetorical question, Moshui cleared his throat and continued more seriously, "Don't worry, you'll find out everything in due time. For now, I'd recommend you get some sleep on the drive over."
Anying Jiaoben Headquarters, Republic City, 235 AG
Sleep did not come to the Avatar, though he closed his eyes and pretended to doze so that Moshui might talk freely. To Zian's distress, Moshui did not speak to the driver or anyone else – undoubtedly he did not want to wake the exhausted Avatar. The drive lasted about twenty minutes, suggesting that the criminal organization's headquarters was situated on the opposite end of the city. No sounds of conflict could be heard, and Zian assumed this meant the Order of the White Lotus did not pursue them.
The vehicle came to a stop and Moshui tapped on Zian's shoulder. "Avatar, we've reached our destination."
Unflinching, Zian opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He said nothing and followed Moshui as the middle-aged man lead him from the vehicle. At a glance, the scenery was not much different than earlier: they had arrived in another garage, probably built at a similar time as the OWL building judging from the architectural similarities. This garage differed in its population; while the OWL garage was nearly deserted, this area had heavily-muscled guards situated at various vantage points and armed with automatic rifles. Their dark eyes followed the Avatar, but from looking at each guard Zian found he could not easily determine their heritage. "Don't worry; they're just to make sure suspicious visitors don't make it into the building."
"Suspicious visitors...?" Zian furrowed his brow as they ascended a few steps to the nearby elevator.
Moshui punched the up button next to the elevator before answering Zian's question, "In particular the Order of the White Lotus. Remember when I mentioned how the Order can't touch us?"
Zian pursed his lips. Moshui was giving him very little reason to trust Anying Jiaoben and a nagging part of the Avatar's mind could not help but think about how much his past incarnations would disprove of this alliance. So far, Zian had little choice but to follow Moshui. After all, some sort of freedom was better than being in that prison for the rest of his life. The elevator dinged and its metal doors slid open, allowing Moshui and Zian to enter.
A puce carpet covered the floor of the elevator, giving the whole space a sickeningly pink atmosphere with the metallic reflecting walls and ceiling. The doors slid shut, and Moshui pressed one of the elevators buttons – the one for the floor three from the top. As the elevator began to ascend, music from a set of speakers in the rear left corner faded in. It was a sort of smooth jazz melody that, rather than soothe, served to slightly irk the Avatar.
The irritation must have shown, because Moshui coughed uncomfortably and spoke, "I apologize for the music and carpet... I had the flu on the day the elevator décor was chosen."
Before Zian could reply, the elevator came to a halt and its doors slid open. Moshui stepped out and Zian followed into a much less obnoxious hallway. Undoubtedly the carpet brand was the same, as the texture was similar to that in the elevator; in the hallway, however, the carpet was a more neutral bluish gray. Matching walls – though much lighter in shade – met with an intricately designed molding against both the ceiling and floor. The hall seemed as if it could belong to a hotel however there were only five rooms spread throughout the entire hall. Moshui lead Zian to the farthest one.
"This will be your room. I recommend showering, at least. We expect you at a meeting in two hours – a representative will be outside to take you to the conference room." After explaining this much, Moshui paused in thought. "There are towels in there, and don't sleep just yet." With that, he held out a key, undoubtedly to the room.
Zian bowed politely and took the key. "Thank you," he replied cordially. Once Moshui turned and walked toward the elevator once more, Zian inserted the key and opened the door. Upon entering, he noticed that it practically was a hotel room: a closet to the left of the entrance with a bathroom just past it, double bed in the center of the room with two bedside tables, each with a lamp on top. The bed faced a high definition television, with a table next to it and two uncomfortable-looking chairs. There was one overstuffed armchair in a yellow and floral print. Zian sighed and turned into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Zian positioned himself in front of the mirror. Not out of vanity, but rather out of curiosity he examined his features. Long, matted hair aside, the Avatar was surprised at how much he had matured. His lingering fat childish cheeks were gone, replaced with somewhat pronounced cheek bones and chin. Though having spent eleven years without shaving, Zian found that he did not have a hair on his chin – either he would not grow facial hair, or he had yet to do so. Then, there was the problem with his hair. Zian suspected that had he maintained basic hygiene, it would not look as horrible as it did: greasy, tangled, and unstylishly overgrown. The hair became his first mission; for about an hour, Zian ran a brush left on the counter of the bathroom through his hair, cringing as he caught and pulled through the tangles. Added to the soreness from fighting, the pain of his hair tugging against his scalp was almost unbearable. But he made it through, and turned on the water to start his shower.
While the water warmed up, Zian stripped out of the coveralls he had worn for more than a decade. They smelled horrid and the seams were falling apart – this item of clothing needed to be destroyed. Before that, though, Zian stepped into the shower to rinse the grime off. Warm water poured over his head, cascading down with whatever dirt and sweat covered his body as well. Bruises from the attacks of that earthbender covered his emaciated torso, stinging when the water rinsed over them. After having washed himself off, Zian turned his face toward the showerhead. He closed his eyes and let the warm water rinse over his face. However, his shower was not long-lived: a sudden banging at the door distracted him.
"Avatar!" The voice was not one Zian recognized, and he tensed at the shouting. "Avatar! Moshui sent me – open the door!"With a sigh, Zian turned the nozzle of the shower to shut off the water. He grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and wrapped it around his waist while taking his time to get to the door. One hand grasped the door knob, while the other held onto his towel to keep it from falling. The door opened to reveal a girl on the other side, probably about fourteen or fifteen. She had an earphone in either ear, partially colored by mid-length brown hair, and carried what appeared to be a pile of clothes. Upon meeting her gaze, she only stared at him in shock. "What's wrong?" Zian asked.
"I... I... uh... Avah... uh..." Her eyes twitched – she looked almost like she was suffocating.
"Are these new clothes?" The Avatar eyed the pile.
"Yeh... yeh..."
Zian took a step closer to the girl, reaching for the pile. As he grabbed it, her knees buckled and she staggered back almost as though she had just fainted. He nodded a thank you before backing into the room and closing the door again. Once inside, he dried off his hair and glanced at the blinking digital clock on the bathroom counter. Twenty minutes until he had to go to this meeting. The Avatar set the pile of clothes on the bed in the main room, spreading them out to look at his options.
There were two pairs of paints: jeans and grayish black slacks. In addition, one blazer, two dress shirts, a lightweight sweatshirt, a tee-shirt, and an undershirt. Then, Moshui had also supplied underwear and socks, as well as two pairs of shoes – sneakers and dress shoes to match the apparent theme of dress clothes and casual clothes. Having been locked up for almost half his life, Zian did not know what sort of style best fit him, thus he kind of just went on instinct. Obviously he put on the underwear and socks, in addition choosing the jeans over the slacks. He put on the undershirt, with the lightweight sweatshirt over it. Not sure if it would look good or not, Zian also put on the blazer over the sweatshirt, flipping the hood up to hang over the collar of the coat. Before setting out, he padded his arm along his clothes; everything seemed comfortable. On his way out, Zian remembered to put the key to his room in his pocket so that he would be able to enter again.
Upon exiting the room, Zian was immediately met with one of those heavily muscled guards from the garage. Being practically inches from the man now, Zian noted that he had the dark skin and blue eyes of one of either of the Water Tribes. He wore a tight black shirt and black cargo pants, and stood outside Zian's room with his rifle in such a way that he looked almost as if he were posing. "Let's go," the guard said, walking towards the elevator without so much glancing at Zian.
This elevator ride was considerably more awkward. They entered the puce room, and immediately the guard stood in that pose-like stance again and said nothing. Luckily, the ride was only down two floors. Once they arrived and the doors slid open, the guard spoke again, "It's that room there." He nodded forward at a large room up ahead with glass walls. Stepping out of the elevator, Zian could see three people on the other side: Moshui, a woman in a cherry red qipao dress, and an elderly man in a suit. All three stopped to look at the Avatar as he neared the door and entered the conference room.
The conference room was not different from any other room in the building. Its color scheme was the same soft bluish gray, with a long table in the middle of the room. Several chairs lined the table – at a glance Zian could not count how many – and Moshui stood behind the chair on the left most end, with the two others standing behind chairs to his side opposite the door.
"Moshui, you didn't tell me he was such a handsome Avatar," the woman spoke first, smiling seductively through lips covered in lipstick that matched her vibrant dress. "You might have some competition."
Moshui waited until Zian was fully in the room before speaking, "Ah, I see Ila gave you the clothes. She's my daughter, which I doubt she told you." Then, he gestured to the woman, "This is Suyin Lao – yes that Suyin Lao – and this," he gestured to the elderly man, "is Norio Date."
Of course Suyin Lao's name was familiar – she was famous even before Zian was imprisoned – and for some reason the second name rang a bell with the Avatar as well. "Didn't the OWL guard talk about a 'Date'?"
"My brother, Ryuu," the old man interjected before Moshui could. "The goody-two-shoes made his way through the ranks of the Order while I earned more money than he can even imagine." He finished his explanation with a mischievous grin.
"To business: Avatar, you might be wondering why we brought you here." Moshui sat down, gesturing for all the others to do the same. Each sat in the chair nearest to them, with Zian seated just to the right of Moshui facing Suyin and Norio. "I'm going to tell you everything you need to know for now."
"Dear, don't you think he's earned a rest before jumping into politics?" Suyin batted her eyelashes first at Moshui, then Zian.
"No. He probably couldn't sleep well without knowing why we grabbed him anyway," Moshui looked at Zian for confirmation. The Avatar nodded. "To start, you're well aware that the incident eleven years ago destroyed almost the entire city, correct?"
It pained Zian to remember his actions, but he could not forget. "Yes, I am aware."
"And then that the Order of the White Lotus took power... blah blah blah. Well, after OWL took power, there were many who were not satisfied. Among them include my organization, Anying Jiaoben." Moshui drummed his fingers on the desk. "You see, we see that Republic City is no longer as profitable as it used to be. My predecessor practically destroyed Anying Jiaoben by taking over United Republic, and now we know that the only way for us to thrive is without Republic City – or United Republic – at all."
At this point, Moshui paused, prompting Zian to ask a question. "Do you mean to destroy an entire country?"
Moshui laughed. "You could put it like that. In essence, we want you to realize your full Avatar power so you can take out the Order and encourage the citizens of United Republic to trust you enough to run them out of their homes so we can burn it all to the ground and then bam! Profit."
Zian shook his head. "That's outright criminal."
"Well," Moshui began, shrugging and smiling, "you don't have much of a choice. We figured if you refused, we could just kill you, find the next Avatar before the Order even knows your dead, and indoctrinate him or her from a young age so he or she couldn't even imagine not following an order."
"Oh," was all Zian could think to reply.
"Now, get some rest. Tomorrow we'll give you instructions for your first assignment."
The meeting ended, and all four people stood. Norio adjusted his coat, leaving first, followed by Suyin Lao who ran her hand across Moshui's chest as she departed. Not finding anything else to say, Zian turned and left for his room. He clicked the elevator button in the hall, and jumped when the same guard from earlier was still standing there in his bizarre stance. Hesitantly, Zian entered and the guard punched the button for Zian's room. Once again, Zian was thankful for the short distance between the conference room and his floor, quickly exiting the elevator as soon as possible to hurry down the hall to his room.
He inserted the key into the lock, twisted it open, and entered. Everything was just as he had left it – for some reason he had a nagging feeling that someone might have broken into the room. Each clothing item was in the exact same spot, and taking a deep breath Zian sat at the foot of his bed. His legs folded over each other and he held his hands in front of his knees, taking a deep breath to enter meditation.
Before long, a hazy blue, phantom-like figure appeared before him. Per usual, the figure was dressed in a long robe with his flowing hair and beard stretching down to his waist. Zian stood, his spirit stepping out of his physical body to face the other. "Avatar Roku... what should I do?"
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Hi there, blood-fire-dragon here, fanfic-demon has allowed me to use a character of theirs in this story, so enjoy it plz
It was like any ordinary day for Shuichi Minamino. He did his morning routines, said goodbye to his mother, and went to school. Upon entering the school he had to once more deal with all of his fan girls, who tried to get a date with him. 20 minutes later found him in class waiting for the Sensei to enter and start their class.
"All right class, settle down. Now I have an announcement to make. We have a new student with us from America today, so I suggest you all treat her with respect." The Sensei announced. The door opened and in came the new student. Kurama looked up and gasped at what he saw.
She looked about 16, 5'4", with the most unusual dark green eyes he'd ever seen. She had long black hair with red streaks up front that reached her mid back with a black feather braided into it. She had on the official school uniform, and had hoops in each ear, plus a stud inside the left ear. Her eyebrow was pierced as well with a small hoop.
"Now everyone, this is Raven Ramirez. I'd like you all to make her feel welcome." The Sensei said.
"Hola. Esto es estúpido y un país muy extraño. Pero sigue siendo agradable satisfacerle…No(1)." Raven stated, watching the confused expressions in the classroom.
"Um, could you say that in Japanese please." The sensei asked, looking just as confused.
Hiding a smirk, Raven re-introduced herself, "Hi, I'm really glade to be here. Its a nice country." She said, taking a small bow and glancing over all the students, stopping briefly on Kurama.
"Now, who would like to escort Ms. Ramirez around?" the Sensei asked, scanning the room.
"I will Sensei." A young man said, standing up and offering his most charming smile at her.
Raven grimaced just slightly at him, only noticeable by a certain fox. Sighing, Kurama stood up and looked at his Sensei.
"I will take on the responsibility of showing Ms. Ramirez around, Sensei." Kurama said in his most polite way.
"Very well. I'm sorry Kyo, maybe next time." The Sensei stated a little relieved, and asked Raven to sit beside Kurama.
"Thanks." Raven whispered as she past, only audible to Kurama's ears, and he returned her words with a nod of his head.
"Now, as for today's lesson…" the Sensei began, and everything fell into a familiar pattern, some paying attention. The girls ogling over 'Shuichi'.
"Hey there Ramrez. We girls need to talk." Said a prep as she and her cronies came over to her.
"Its Ramirez, idiota(2). Now what do you want?" Raven asked, reading a book, not even glancing at them.
"It's about Shuichi, the kind, smart and most popular boy who has to show you around. Well, we just wanted you to know that he's…"
"Off limits. Right? Well, I don't see any of you dating him. In fact, I don't see your name on him, or any kind of neon sign flashing 'he's off limits'. So, I guess he's not off limits now is he?" Raven stated with a small smirk, never taking her eyes off the book.
"Listen you smartass American. He's ours, and if you touch him, we'll be on you like a cat to a mouse." The prep threatened, actually bristling at her words.
"Well that's nice." Raven said in a sarcastically sweet voice, still reading her book.
"Why you…"
"Excuse me girls, but Ms. Raven and I need to be going. So if you don't mind." Kurama asked politely getting in the way of an obvious fight.
"For you Shuichi, anything. Besides, we're done, come on girls, lets get back to our work." She said, and they all left, shaking their hips a bit more for Kurama.
"It looks like their ready to have a hip de-placement. Either that or they want us to quite literally kick their ass." Raven stated, watching them go with Kurama.
"I'm sorry if they threatened you, they're known to do that whenever someone new is here, whether it be girls or boys." Kurama sighed apologetically, to Raven.
"Don't apologize for something you have no control over. Its like a broken pencil, pointless." Raven joked, finally looking up at Kurama.
"Heh. Well, I was asked to show you around." Kurama chuckled. Raven got up and followed in silence, while Kurama gave her the tour.
(After School)
"See ya later Shuichi." A guy from Kurama's class offered as he ran down the hall towards the exit.
Kurama sighed as he got ready for another day of politely turning down his fan girls. He opened the doors and, as he expected, his fan girls were already there to offer themselves to him. Kurama took about 10 minutes of politely turning them down and finally reached the gates.
Sighing, he got ready to go, but stopped when he saw Raven walking on top of the wall instead of the sidewalk. Curious as a fox, he walked up beside her and waited for her to acknowledge him, it didn't take long.
"What'cha want?" Raven asked as she continued her way.
"I was wondering why you were walking on the wall instead of the sidewalk." Kurama asked, continuing down his own path as well.
"I don't know. I just like to test my balance every once in a while." Raven said, finally jumping down when the wall ended.
"Where are you heading?" Kurama asked, trying to bring up a small conversation.
"Home." Raven replied, staring ahead of her.
"Where's that? I'll walk you there." Kurama offered glancing over to her.
Raven glanced at him suspiciously, "You aren't some kind of stalker, are you?"
Raven studied him for a moment as if deciding something, then turned and shrugged, telling him where she lived.
"Really! That's right next door to me." Kurama stated, watching Raven's expression, and, like Hiei, nothing but a shrug.
"Interesting. This isn't like its some small town ya'know. First its school, then its living next door." Raven muttered, and stopped, looking up the driveway to her home.
"Well, I guess I'll see ya later. Tomorrows Saturday, so there's no school tomorrow." Kurama stated, then left for his house.
"Mother, I'm home." Kurama announced as he walked in, taking off his shoes and putting on some slippers.
"Oh that's good. How was your day today? Anything interesting happen?" Shiori asked, walking up to her son and giving him a hug.
"We have a new student in our class from America, and I have to show her around for a bit. She lives next door too, but other than that, everything's the same." Kurama briefed as he set his book-bag down and walked into the kitchen with his mother.
"Well, sounds like you had a busy day. Help me set the table and we can have dinner." Shiori said kindly and they set the table for dinner.
After dinner, Kurama went up to his room and did his homework, as always, done within minutes. Looking at his clock, he found it was 10:32 p.m. Glancing out his window he found nothing there. Sighing, he went to the window and stood looking out.
'I guess Hiei isn't coming over tonight.' Kurama sighed and changed for bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
Hi there everyone, I hope you guys all like this story so far, I promise it'll get better as we go, I really do
Yes I know that Ramirez is not American, but for now it is;; hope ya don't mind
Hola. Esto es estúpido y un país muy extraño. Pero sigue siendo agradable satisfacerle…No- basically is 'Hi. This is stupid and a very strange country. But it is still nice to meet you. Not'
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Inside Niagara
Inside Niagara is a regional news magazine program produced (10 episodes per year) by the second year Niagara College broadcasting students.
From Grimsby to Fort Erie, each episode of Inside Niagara takes viewers on an exciting ride thru the Niagara Region. Each show includes regional News, Sports and Entertainment. Weekly features take the viewer to interesting places and introduce them to some of the regions most interesting places. Watch Inside Niagara on TV Cogeco, or catch episodes on the BRTF Vimeo.
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CRNC is the campus radio station for Niagara College. Located at the Welland Campus on Woodlawn Road, CRNC is available for online listening from the Broadcasting Website twenty-four hours daily. During the regular academic terms students produce and broadcast regular news updates, special events coverage, music and specialty programs.
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Morning radio people get up insanely early. It's stupid early. With that comes some unusual behaviors such as wanting a cocktail at 11am, but I digress.
Yes, you may have a job at the moment, but maybe you should looking for something new.
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