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[ Breathe e'Zine - Volume 1, Issue 1 - November 2, 1996 ]
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Breathe, breathe in the air
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Don't be afraid to care
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Leave but don't leave me
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Look around and choose your own ground
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For long you live and high you fly
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And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
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And all you touch and all you see
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Is all your life will ever be
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Run, run rabbit run
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Dig that hole, forget the sun,
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And when at last the work is done
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Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
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For long you live and high you fly
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But only if you ride the tide
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And balanced on the biggest wave
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You race toward an early grave.
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"Breathe" by Roger Waters and David Gilmour of Pink Floyd
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+ Introduction by Belial - [October 31, 1996]
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Q: How many pagans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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.. here's where I answer and put how it takes a whole coven and they set
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up an alter and sacrifice human children to the devil and they use magick,
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and then they do this, and then we all get a good laugh at someone else's
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religion.
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Samhain humor!
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I'm not pagan. In fact, I don't follow /any/ religion. My parents are
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Catholic, so that's what I grew up around, but I'm far from Catholic. Who
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knows, maybe I'll found my own religion some day. Anyway, someone at my
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job was mocking, behind their back, of course, another person whom I work
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with because he was taking today (Samhain/Halloween) off as a religious
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holiday. I don't see her saying much when she gets the day off for
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Christmas. Samhain is the pagan equivalent of the Christian Christmas.
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Then this woman went on to say:
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"I hope they don't subject their children to this."
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I wonder if that woman knows a /thing/ about being pagan. Like I said,
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I'm not pagan, but I happen to know a little about the religion because of
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someone who used to call my BBS when it was up. I spent a lot of time
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talking to her about the different aspects of the religion-- we talked
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mostly about Wicca-- and I found that it is a /very/ impressive religion.
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I just think that it's ignorant to mock another religion that you know
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absolutely nothing about.
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I'm looking for 'zines! If you have any, electronic or paper, please send
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them to me! My email address is below, but if they're paper, please send
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them to me at:
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Breathe e'Zine
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c/o Marc Newman
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215 Broadway
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Keyport, NJ 07735
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I'll return postage (with a cool sticker) to anyone who sends me a 'zine
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through the mail.
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-- Belial [marc@netlabs.net]
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+ Capture of the Month - by Belial
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From cook.ken@mcleod.net Tue Oct 22 13:12:18 1996
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Date: Sat, 19 Oct 1996 11:12:34 -0500
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From: Brad Cook <cook.ken@mcleod.net>
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Newsgroups: alt.fan.dragonlance
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Subject: Visit my homepage
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Hey go to my home page and put a link to my homepage I can almost
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guarentee that it will be one of the best on the net cause i am going to
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pour all my time into it and pack as many pictures and as much info into
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it and please email me i like that and tell me where you found my page
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thanks the address is http://www.geocities.com/MotorCity/4169/home.htm
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THANX
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I'm sure that it'll be one of the best, too!
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+ "Fallout" by Belial
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In the beginning, the sky was alight with a dull green, moldy,
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emphemeral glow. Surreal and quiet, the people of the world just stood on
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their porches, their lawns, wherever they were, just looking at the still
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sky, motionless. Then came a bright surge of pure, white, blinding light.
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The people bowed their heads, slammed their eyes shut, ran indoors, all
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trying to escape the light. Screams rent the stillness, shattering it,
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sending it gasping, like it was just coming up for air, after holding its
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breath under water. Then, once again, there was silence.
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The war was over.
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+ "The Winter Queen" by Belial
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Chapter 1:
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The storm continued to rage, covering the forest in a thick,
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impenetrable sea of white. The snow fell thick and heavy, making travel
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nearly impossible. And almost as if trying to escape the bitter cold, the
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sun remained well hidden behind massive banks of clouds. Direction was
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pointless. All trails led to a slow, cold death.
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"Do you know where we are?" Elwyn cried over the wind to Bran,
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cupping his gloved hands together and blowing in them, trying to keep them
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from going numb.
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Bran sighed and looked over. "Does it matter? We're going to die.
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We won't last the night if we don't find the Winter Queen soon. She's our
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only hope-- our people's only hope."
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Frustrated, Elwyn turned to Bran. "We've been searching for the
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Winter Queen for over a week in this cursed forest! We haven't even found
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a trace of her or where she could be. We don't even know if she's real or
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just a myth! I don't want to die, Bran. How will dying in this forest
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help our people?
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"We'll find her," was all Bran said.
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Anger knotted in Elwyn's stomach. They /must/ find the queen, and
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they must find her soon. Too many lives depended on it. It wasn't just
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the forest covered with the snows, it was the whole land for miles. Whole
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villages where buried under the snow. People were dying. People were
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starving. The harvest has been destroyed by the bitter cold. This can't
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continue, he thought to himself, making a silent vow to find the Winter
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Queen and put an end to the cold... the dying. If he didn't die first in
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this forest.
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"How can you be so sure?" Elwyn asked, looking sharply at Bran.
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"I just know," Bran said, his only explanation.
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"I hope you're right," Elwyn said and turned away, sinking back into
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the pleasant warmth of his anger, continuing to search for some clue as to
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where they could find the Winter Queen.
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The forest remained silent, offering no help.
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The silence sat heavy on the forest, until, finally, darkness slowly,
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wearily, descended upon the forest, spilling long, dark shadows across the
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smooth white surface. High up in the night sky, the silvery moon blinked
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down at the stormy Elwyn and the determined Bran, silently wishing them
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luck.
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After a while, Elwyn brought his horse to a halt. "I'm sorry, Bran,
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I just can't go any further."
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"We cannot stop, Elwyn! We must keep going," Bran cried.
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"I can't!" Elwyn screamed.
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"You must!"
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Elwyn clenched his eyes shut and brought his fist to his forehead.
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"I can't take this anymore!" he said, a single tear falling from his eye,
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only to turn into ice and fall into the snow.
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"We have to continue. There are too many people-- too many lives
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depending on us," Bran said softly, laying his hand on Elwyn's shoulder.
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"I know, Bran," Elwyn said, sadly. "I know."
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Deep within the forest, the Winter Queen stood sadly looking into the
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Pool of Denwyr, watching as Bran and Elwyn searched through her forest,
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looking for her. She felt their pain, their hunger, their fear. A ripple
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spread across the pool, and silently the queen stared at it until it faded
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away, leaving the pool still once again.
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The tear of anguish.
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Gently, the Winter Queen dipped her finger into the pool and cast a
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spell over the weary Bran and Elwyn. "Come to me," she whispered in a
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sweet, musical voice.
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"What's going on?" Bran cried frantically, trying to get his horse
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under control, as the forest began to change around them.
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"The forest," Elwyn paused. "It's changing!"
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All around them, the forest began to dissolve, swirling into nothing.
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All life was gone. It was almost as if they were trapped within a grey
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void. There were no longer trees, there was no sound, no snow, no cold.
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The world around them disappeared, and they were left hanging, suspended,
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within the grey vortex. Then, just as fast as it was gone, the forest was
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back-- only it was different.
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They were in a large clearing. The snow only littered the earth in
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the clearing in a thin layer. In the center of the clearing, a woman was
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standing with her back to them, looking down into a small pool of water.
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The storm didn't penetrate the clearing, although Bran could see the
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snow and wind whipping against the trees outside of the clearing.
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Elwyn and Bran quickly dismounted their horses and stood staring at
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the woman, not wanting to move an inch, less they disturb her.
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"She's beautiful," Bran murmured.
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She was covered with a cloak of white fur that reached almost to the
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ground, showing just the bottoms of her feet, which were covered in soft,
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white leather hunting boots. Her hair cascaded down her back in gentle
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waves, white as newborn snow. She was a thing of beauty-- something right
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from a fairy-tale. Bran closed his eyes and opened them again, expecting
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her to disappear. This had to be a dream, he thought to himself... and I
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don't ever want to wake up.
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The silence was a real, living entity. Elwyn and Bran stood still,
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hardly daring to breathe.
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"Who are you?" Elwyn whispered.
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Silence.
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"My name is Eirlys," the woman said, slowly turning to face Elwyn.
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"The Winter Queen."
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[EOF]
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