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8. THE EGYPTIAN COVEN

THE SUN ROSE THE NEXT DAY, AND ITS warmth and brightness were a stark contrast to the gloom that had greeted us upon our arrival. As we awaited the arrival of more vampires, I had the opportunity to acquaint myself with the members of the Denali Coven.

Tanya, the coven's leader, traced her lineage back to ancient Slovakian origins. She was Sasha's first adoptive daughter and her biological great-niece. Sasha, craving companionship, had chosen Tanya to join her, and over time, she had expanded her family with two more vampires: Kate and Irina. Their bond was as strong as any biological family's.

Kate, also known as Katrina, had once served as a protector to a noblewoman of a warlike Slavic tribe. Impressed by Kate's bravery and physical resemblance to Tanya, Sasha had turned her into a vampire after attacking the caravan she guarded. Kate swiftly became fiercely loyal to Sasha and Tanya, her defensive abilities manifesting within a decade.

Irina, the third addition to the coven, had been a beautiful peasant girl in a small farming community. Recognizing her resemblance to Tanya and Kate, Sasha had welcomed her into their family. The love between Sasha, Tanya, Kate, and Irina had been deep and unshakeable until Sasha's fatal mistake of creating an immortal child came to light. Although Tanya and her sisters were spared by the Volturi, the loss of their mother left them deeply scarred, leading them to become staunch enforcers of vampire laws.

Over the years, the Denali Coven had welcomed several newcomers, but none had intrigued them quite like Eleazar and Carmen, the most recent additions.

Eleazar, with his mysterious Spanish origins and centuries-old existence, remained a puzzle to all who met him. Details about his birth and the identity of his creator were shrouded in secrecy, enhancing his enigmatic aura. Known for his unique ability to perceive the special talents of others, Eleazar had earned a place among the Volturi guard, despite his reservations about their methods.

During his service, Eleazar had encountered Carmen, and their immediate connection had been undeniable. Balancing their love with Eleazar's duties had been challenging, and the violence inherent in his role eventually prompted them to seek a more peaceful lifestyle. With permission from Aro, they embarked on a nomadic journey, ultimately finding themselves drawn to the Denali coven and its "vegetarian" lifestyle.

For Eleazar and Carmen, joining the Denali coven marked a permanent commitment. They discovered a sense of community and acceptance they had never known before, grateful for the chance to live among vampires who shared their values. As the newest members of the coven, they had finally found a place they could call home.

My heart went out to them as I contemplated the turmoil they must be enduring with Irina. The betrayal of a coven mate falsely accusing them of a crime and reporting it to the Volturi was chilling to consider. The inner conflict they must be grappling with was beyond my comprehension. I wondered if their bond could ever be restored to its former strength.

As I ventured deeper into the thick forest, every sense attuned to the exhilaration of the hunt, Jacob and Renesmee accompanied me. Edward and Bella had disclosed Renesmee's delight in hunting alongside Jacob, yet I remained unsure if she comprehended his imprinting on her. Nonetheless, she appeared unperturbed by any complexities. Jacob, moved gracefully in his wolf form, Renesmee riding to him like a sovereign on her throne.

Suddenly, a magnificent elk came into view, and I swiftly leaped upon it with lightning speed, effortlessly bringing it down. Renesmee eagerly consumed the blood from the kill, her melodious voice chiming as she asked Jacob about the possibility of getting some chocolate. I couldn't help but yearn for the taste of food myself, a luxury that had been absent since my transformation into a vampire.

"What do you think it tastes like?" I inquired of Renesmee, genuinely curious about the flavour of chocolate.

"Um... chocolatey!" she exclaimed, her delight infectious as I chuckled at her response. Even Jacob, in his wolf form, appeared to grin at her enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Bella appeared, her long brown hair flowing behind her as she sprinted towards us. Renesmee swiftly dismounted from Jacob and rushed to her mother, enveloping her in a tight embrace. Watching their tender reunion, a pang of envy pierced me, imagining the warmth of my own mother's arms wrapped around me.

Bella proceeded to update us that another coven had arrived, though Jacob appeared cautious about their presence. She quickly reassured him that they posed no threat, explaining the longstanding peace treaty between the Quileutes and the Cullens. This revelation piqued my curiosity, prompting me to ponder how such a pact had been established. Bella assured us she would introduce the Egyptian coven to her daughter, sparking a surge of excitement within me at the thought of meeting them.

As I trailed behind Bella and Renesmee, the Cullen residence loomed ahead, a beacon of supernatural energy that drew me closer with each step. As I approached, my eyes widened in awe at the sight before me.

There, gathered outside the house, were the Denali Coven, my own family (minus Gabriel and Helena, who were likely off on a hunting excursion), and a group of unfamiliar vampires. The scene pulsated with a mixture of tension and curiosity, as though the air itself crackled with the meeting of so many powerful beings. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me at the prospect of meeting new members of our kind, each one bearing their own unique aura and presence.

As I took my place beside Bella, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at standing next to such a powerful couple. Their grace and confidence were palpable, casting a reassuring aura over the gathering. And, for once, Jacob was fully clothed, having returned to his human form, his demeanor reflecting a blend of wariness and respect in the face of the diverse assembly before us.

Four beings stood before us, their eyes fixed upon our every move. Two men and two women, each with a unique aura that set them apart from any mortal I had ever encountered.

The first man was a young, boyish-looking vampire with hair as dark as midnight and a pale, olive complexion that contrasted sharply with his oddly cheerful expression. His eyes, a deep shade of crimson red, seemed to sparkle with a mischievous glint as he stood at a height of five foot seven inches, roughly the same age as Ayla. His presence exuded a sense of youthful energy and an almost playful curiosity, which intrigued me as I studied his features.

Beside him stood a girl with a similar olive-toned skin and hair as heavy and straight as the darkness of night. Her eyes, too, were a striking shade of crimson red, and though she was a little shorter than the boyish vampire, she exuded an air of maturity that belied her youthful appearance. There was a quiet intensity about her, a depth in her gaze that hinted at experiences far beyond her years, making her presence both intriguing and slightly unsettling.

As I took in the sight of these two vampires, my eyes were drawn to the man standing behind them, towering over them like a protective father. His black hair and slight olive pallor to his pale skin gave him an air of mystery and danger, and his piercing red eyes seemed to bore into my very soul. He exuded a commanding presence, his stature and demeanor speaking of centuries of wisdom and power accumulated through ages of existence.

Beside him stood a woman of breathtaking beauty, her long, curly black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness. Her olive-toned skin was flawless, and though she was shorter than the three vampires before her, her presence commanded attention and respect. Her features held an ethereal quality, as if she were a living embodiment of elegance and grace, her eyes radiating both warmth and an underlying strength that hinted at her resilience in the face of countless trials.

Together, these four vampires formed a tableau of striking contrasts and intriguing dynamics, their presence sending ripples of anticipation and curiosity through the assembled company. Each one bore the mark of their unique existence in the immortal world, standing before us with an aura that was both mesmerizing and intimidating, beckoning us into their enigmatic realm.

"Is this the child?" The words echoed through the forest, bouncing off the trees and reverberating in my ears. I turned to face the boyish vampire, his eyes fixed on the small bundle in her mother's arms.

"Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze filled with a mixture of protectiveness and vulnerability. He and the girl approached us, their movements graceful and fluid, like dancers in a timeless ballet.

Bella gently placed Renesmee on the ground and watched as she sauntered towards them, her tiny feet barely making a sound on the forest floor. They looked down at her, their eyes filled with wonder and curiosity, as if they were beholding a phenomenon beyond their wildest imaginations.

The boy knelt down to her level, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that spoke of both reverence and intrigue. "Hi, what's your name?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle, like a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves.

"Renesmee," she replied, her voice a delicate murmur that barely disturbed the stillness of the air around them. They shook hands, their fingers interlocking in a gesture of friendship that seemed to bridge the gap between their worlds effortlessly.

"I'm Benjamin," the boyish vampire introduced himself, his eyes never leaving Renesmee's face, captivated by her innocence and the depth of her gaze. "And this is Tia."

As they exchanged introductions, Renesmee placed her hand on Benjamin's cheek, her eyes closing momentarily as she allowed him to glimpse her memories - her birth, her origin, the love and protection she had known since her first breath. I watched in amazement as he gently took her hand in his own, his fingers closing around hers in a gesture that conveyed both understanding and acceptance.

Suddenly, dark brown earthly dust emerged from Renesmee's hand, swirling around in the air like a miniature tornado. Benjamin's right hand moved in a graceful arc, the dust following his every movement as if responding to an unspoken command. My mouth gaped open in wonder as I witnessed the elemental display, marveling at the harmony between Benjamin and the natural forces around him.

As Edward spoke of Benjamin's rare elemental influence, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement stir within me. The idea of possessing such power was exhilarating, igniting a spark of curiosity about the extent of Benjamin's abilities and the mysteries that surrounded him. Joseph's chuckle broke me out of my reverie, and I turned to him with a grin, sharing in the awe and fascination that permeated the gathering of supernatural beings in that enchanted forest clearing.

"I hope you're not feeling left out," he teased, prompting an eye roll from me.

"I'm not," I retorted, my voice tinged with amusement. "I mean, I can turn invisible and do this—"

With a flick of my wrist, a burst of vibrant purple energy shot forth and struck a nearby tree stump. To my surprise, flames erupted from the wood, leaving me momentarily bewildered. This was unprecedented. Before I could process it, Benjamin was already in action, manipulating water from a nearby lake to douse the fire. The flames extinguished, replaced by a lingering mist that hung in the air.

Turning back to the group, I found the vampires staring at me with a mix of astonishment and admiration. Renesmee's laughter rang out, filling me with a sense of pride in my newfound abilities.

"Since when can you do that?" Bella asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"It's a long story," I replied with a shrug, absently rubbing the Lunaris Mark on my wrist, feeling a slight burning tinge. "It started after the wedding, when I found out about Dina and Ayla being werewolves—"

"Children of the Moon," Edward interjected quietly.

"They're still around?" queried the tall, olive-skinned vampire, surprise coloring his voice.

"What do you mean, 'still here'?" I asked, intrigued.

"The last I heard, the Volturi had wiped them out," he explained.

"Well," I shrugged nonchalantly, "apparently not all of them."

Bringing Ayla into our circle had certainly been a fortuitous decision.

"And she's a vampire maxima too," Eleazar joined in, walking towards us with an air of excitement. "She nearly brought a building down from that blast," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe. "It's a rare thing to have."

Intrigued, Tia chimed in, her curiosity evident. "That is?"

"A single vampire with multiple gifts," Eleazar replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

As Tia approached Benjamin slowly, her interest peaked. "Who created you?"

With bitterness still lingering in my mouth, I answered him. "A vampire named Victoria," I spat out. "As part of a vengeful army. Then I found my place in this coven." Memories of my past still haunted me, but I knew I had found my true family here.

I gestured towards my family, and headed to the Egyptian coven turned to catch a glimpse of them. Suddenly, the olive-skinned male's expression shifted. Following his gaze, I saw their returning from their hunt.

Breaking the silence, Simon inquired, "How was the hunt?"

Helena beamed with pride. "We each bagged two deers," she announced.

As Gabriel's golden eyes locked onto the olive-skinned male, tension filled the air. Their gazes met, and the forest fell silent. The male's crimson eyes bore into Gabriel's golden orbs, his lips tightening.

"Dad, who is he?" I whispered.

"That's Amun," he replied quietly.

I watched as Gabriel nodded in greeting to Amun, then turned to acknowledge the stunning woman beside him. "Kebi," he said warmly and respectfully.

Kebi bowed her head in response, and Amun spoke up. "Gabriel," he acknowledged, his tone clipped and formal.

I couldn't help but wonder about their history. Were they old friends, or had they been enemies in the past? Whatever the case, it was clear they recognised each other, though with a hint of tension.

"I see Aro didn't need you anymore," Amun remarked with a slight smile.

"I left," Gabriel growled softly.

"Everyone knows leaving the Volturi isn't easy. They either discard or dispose of you," Amun retorted.

His words hung in the air like a thick fog, leaving me with more questions than answers. What had transpired between my father and the Volturi? Had he left because of their twisted ideology of taking human lives to sustain their own?

As I opened my mouth to ask, a deafening screech shattered the silence of the woods. It seemed as though even the trees were protesting against the secrets being kept from me. I turned to face the source of the noise.

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♡  ›   𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐢 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞-𝟎 (𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏𝟎)

by clicking the source link found below , you will be redirected to 300 medium sized gifs ( 268 x 151 ) of Katrina Law in Hawaii Five-0 (Season 10) . all made by me from scratch. don’t repost / claim as your own !  please do not edit these or turn these into gif icons without my consent. don’t include these gifs in any other gif hunts, use them in crackships. a like/reblog would be very appreciated if you found these gifs useful! / and if you’d be interested in commissioning me , feel free to check out my blog !

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"Rectify - Part 1" (Story Post)

It was hard to leave.

Harder than she thought it would be. But, it had to be done. Trin slipped out of the tangled sheets of Zander Williams’s bed. Bare feet falling silently over the floor as she moved in the early morning quiet to gather her things. Which consisted mostly of her clothing. Underwear pulled back over her hips, jeans over that. Her shirt was in tatters, so she plucked up one of his out of a heaping laundry basket. The other wolf’s scent engulfed her as she let the shirt hang loosely on her frame. She swallowed a small whine. Why did that make it harder…? It had to be done though. This lone werewolf lived a stable life. A home, a job, a place to exist. She could stay — she knew after last night he would welcome her company, but she also knew that she couldn’t. There was business left unfinished from her past. Business she had to tie up, otherwise it would haunt her until her last breath. So, after one last, longing look at the male sprawled in the bed, Trin turned and slipped back out of the door. Leaving only the tatters of her shirt and a note behind. “Zander,

Thank you.

You have peace — keep it. For me.

- T”

Then she was gone.

Xx

She retrieved her motorcycle from outside the bar where she met that detective last night. Her thoughts spinning and examining the evening. It started with a warning — that she was under law enforcement’s radar. And somehow it ended in something profound. Something she was afraid of. Perhaps it was cowardice that had her mounting her bike and racing into chaos instead of staying with the other wolf. In fact — she knew it was. She wasn’t fit to be with others. Not anymore. She didn’t deserve that connection.

Xx

A jolt. An electric pang that shot through all of them.

Trin jerked, springing to sit upright as a gasp clawed at her chest. Her hand settling at her collar bone as her eyes flicked frantically through the room. A tight motel room, piled with wolves split between two full-sized beds. The rest of the pack stirred — bleary eyed and confused. Unsure what they were feeling. That shock of pain, the inexplicable anguish. The Call. Trin knew, she felt it before. Or at least something similar.

She was on her feet, staggering as she searched for her things. She needed to move. Now. Dima was up now too, rubbing his face vigorously before eyeing his sister. The Call — an Alpha’s Call. It was shocking. He was so sure… sure she was dead. Long gone, but that pull was undeniable.

“What-”

“It’s her,” Trin said. No room for questions as she headed for the door. Dima reached out, snagging her shoulder and pulling her back.

“Trin…”

A snarl ripped from her throat and she jerked her shoulder away. “It’s her! Can’t you feel it? She needs us! She’s calling for us… She’s in trouble.”

“We don’t know… Don’t know where she is. How to get to her. We need to think.”

“Fuck. You. I’m going. I don’t need to think.”

She flung open the door, leaving her brother and the rest of her pack to gather themselves and decide what to do. Another jolt, deep in her chest. Trin nearly buckled, involuntary tears gathering in her eyes. God — whatever it was, it was pain. Deep, horrid pain. Trin felt it in her guts. Dark eyes flashed hazel and her form burst. With an explosion of twisting flesh and shredded clothing, Trin tore from her human body. Without a thought of her belongings, or appearances, she took off. Legs stretching.

Going in a direction that felt right.

I’m coming…

Xx

Nicola — the silver wolf. Her Alpha. Now long dead with the rest of her pack. Slaughtered and burnt up. Trin remembered what it felt like when each one was taken from her. Like her heart had been yanked clean out of her chest. Her last purpose, her last driving force was in the form of vengeance against the man who killed them all. She was close now. She knew where the Shifter was. A few more days to learn his patterns, then a time to strike. And then it would all be over. There was a slippery, icy fear that welled in her stomach at those thoughts. The End. A final resolution that had been haunting her since the night she lost everything. It was close to the new moon — too close for comfort, really. But she couldn’t wait anymore. Either way, Katrina Dancer knew that she couldn’t hold on to this knot in her chest. Whatever came of this hunt is what had to happen. Either her loss, or her victory. And somehow she was okay with either.

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♬ Full Name: Alessandra Sage “Sage” LeBlanc ♪  FC: Vanessa Morgan ♫ Alternate FCs: ♪ Age/Birthday: 27 / November 1, 1991 ♫ Occupation: Crime analyst for the NYPD ♪ Hometown: New Orleans, LA ♫ Personality: blunt, nihilistic, frigid, whip-smart, irritable

From the time she was born, Alessandra LeBlanc was too smart for her own good. As the younger of the LeBlanc sisters, Alessandra couldn’t have asked for a better childhood. While she grew up in a rural part of Louisana, her father was a famous jazz musician and moved the family to New Orleans when his band started catching a big break.

Alessandra loved living in New Orleans. There was so much culture, history, and folklore surrounding the town that she couldn’t help but get swept up in it. She would listen to stories about voodoo, Marie Laveau, ghost hunting, and of the incredible food. She and her sister, Alison, took the most pleasure in roaming the streets in the afternoons, listening to music pour out of the restaurants on Bourbon Street. Mardi Gras was a party that resulted in their mother cooking and baking up a storm.

Family was everything to Alessandra. First, her mother Rebecca, a wise and kind woman with soft eyes and an even softer heart, who worked as a cleaning woman in the local hotel. But she could bake, and she could play the piano. She’d often play the piano for Shaw, the patriarch of the household, who was a wizard on the tenor saxophone, and whose career in music was supposed to drive them from the slums to easy street. Then there was Alison, who embodied all of the best possible qualities of both parents. She was every bit of the perfect older sister to Alessandra– the guardian, the protector. They were happy, and family always came first.

Tragedy struck Alessandra over the course of two years, one after the other. Alessandra never saw either of them coming, but shortly after she turned twelve years old, she and her parents buried her fifteen year old sister after a terminal illness caught too late, to the point where nothing more could be done. Alessandra felt so lost in the world after that, and it’s where she started to flounder. Her dad stopped playing jazz. Her mom started resorting to take out. The streets of New Orleans had lost its magic, but the family wouldn’t be there for much longer.

When Katrina hit, Alessandra was in eighth grade, and her parents made the wise decision to move away from Louisana and into lower New York State, instead. Alessandra’s mother had family in the greater New York area, and it seemed like a good decision at the time. This was when she started going by Sage instead– new life, new name, right? Any hope of making something new for herself faded away. Unfortunately, they moved into a community where children had been friends since they were in diapers, and a sullen, moody, pink-haired child wasn’t exactly on the top of everyone’s list to be friends with.

Between Alison’s passing and being displaced from her home, Sage never quite bounced back from the charismatic, know-it-all that she once was. No more would she run up to her teachers and ask if they wanted to hear about a math proof, or a fun fact. She kept to herself and lost herself in a world of books. Other people’s stories distracted her from her own, and she was found getting in trouble in class for reading books when she should have been paying attention. Even when Sage would be randomly called on, she could always come up with the right answer. Sage had the curse of being smart and being bored.

This was why nobody was even remotely surprised when Sage graduated as the valedictorian of her class, with a full-ride scholarship to Columbia University. She majored in Criminal Studies with a minor in Women’s Literature. Part of Sage wanted to go ahead and pursue a law degree, but people aren’t really her thing. She’s much better off behind the scenes, analyzing data and helping to solve crimes in that manner.

Sage is heavy– mentally, emotionally. She isn’t friendly, and she isn’t kind. She’s not like her mother and never learned enough from her sister on how to face the world with a smile. Instead, Sage relies on her ability to push people away in order to get by. One might think that she wouldn’t thrive in an environment like Acuppella Cafe, because it is a place that thrives on community and togetherness. The cafe has given Sage just that– a community of people who understand her (and plenty of those who don’t) as well as some of her best friends in New York City.

Pets: An adopted Bengal cat named Nefertari. Sage is convinced that this cat is a reincarnation of the famed Egypitan queen. She’ll bend over backwards to tell you that, too.

♬ Haley Sterling

Roommate. Sage can’t stand her, if she’s being completely honest, because Haley is far too peppy and happy for her own good. Sage thinks she’s a six year old child trapped in an adult body, and she has no patience for it. Sage tries to avoid her roommate as much as humanly possible.

♪  Scout Solano

While these two don’t seem to have much in common on the surface, they’ve fallen into a benefits situation. Calling them friends might be a bit far. Sage thinks Scout is absolutely gorgeous and has no trouble admitting that, but she’d much prefer Scout with her mouth shut. Or occupied.

♬ Darcy Allen

Best friends. There is absolutely nothing that Sage loves more than being able to sit in complete silence with someone and know that things are good. They’ll go on a hike, read a book, one of them will crack a joke, rinse and repeat. Sage would kill and die for her.

♪  Naomi Puckerman

In order, the top three things that Sage cannot stand: overly flirtatious people, people who feel the need to constantly mention how hot they are, and people who vanish from their job for six months and leave the weird post-nasal drip dude with pocket protectors as the only person for Sage to talk to. Puck? Puck is all three of them. They work together for the NYPD and while Sage isn’t completely offended by Puck’s existence, she finds the other woman very hilarious. She’d deny it under oath, though.

♬ Rachel Berry

Sage and Rachel bonded over having similar diets, and woefully looking inside the Acup pastry case. The two will often go out to lunch together and share their exercise habits and dietary tips.

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These 75 Iconic Photos Will Define The 21st Century So Far. Everyone Needs To See This.

Mark Pygas 

This is how future generations will remember us as people of the early 21st century. Take a moment with me to reflect on the conflicts, triumphs, and world changing moments all of us have witnessed together in the past 14 years. We chose this list of 100 photos to capture the most iconic moments so far.

The world welcomes in the new millennium. [2000]

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Zanjeer the bomb dog is laid to rest with full military honours for saving thousands of lives. [2000]

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Source: Pune Mirror

Steve Jobs introduces the first iPod [2001]

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President Bush's reaction to news of a second plane striking the Twin Towers. He was reading to children at a Florida elementary school. [2001]

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Firefighters raise the American flag on the ruins on the World Trade Centers [2001]

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Archaeologists discover some of the oldest artworks known to man in Dordogne, France - over 12,000 years old. [2001]

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A young Afghan woman shows her face in public for the first time after 5 years of Taliban Sharia law. [2001]

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Source: Reuters

People gather water from a huge well in the village of Natwarghad in the western Indian state of Gujarat. More than 1 billion people still lack access to clean drinking water. [2003]

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Source: Amit Dave

Ballerinas practice with medical masks during the SARS outbreak. [2003]

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New York City is plunged into darkness after a power failure [2003]

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A month and a half after the invasion began, U.S. Marine Kirk Dalrymple watches as a statue of Iraq's President Saddam Hussein falls in central Baghdad. [2003]

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U.S. Navy Hospital Corpsman HM1 Richard Barnett, assigned to the 1st Marine Division, holds a child after she was separated from her family during a firefight [2003]

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Source: Damir Sagolj

President Bush addresses sailors in the famous "Mission Accomplished" speech, declaring the end of major combat in Iraq. [2003]

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The Columbia Space Shuttle breaks apart during re entry [2003]

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The first waves of the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami, which killed over 200,000 people, hit the shore.

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A Ukrainian woman places carnations into shields of anti-riot policemen standing outside the presidential office in Kiev. Ukraine, during the 2004 Orange Revolution. [2004]

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Source: Vasily Fedosenko

Mark Zuckerberg and Dustin Moscovitz in 2004, after they had just lauched FaceBook.

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The Hubble Telescope takes a picture of what the universe looked like 13 billion years ago [2004]

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A Russian police officer carries a released baby from the school seized by heavily armed masked men and women in the town of Beslan. [2004]

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Source: Victor Korotayev

The Christian world mourns the passing of Pope John Paul II [2005]

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A heart-wrenching picture of a mother and child at an an emergency feeding centre in in Tahoua, Niger. [2005]

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Isabelle Dinoire after receiving the world's first partial face transplant [2005]

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Kevin Berthia is talked out of jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge by police officers. He has since become an advocate for suicide prevention and has started a family. [2005]

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Pearl Harbor survivor Houston James of Dallas embraces Marine Staff Sgt. Mark Graunke Jr. who lost a hand, leg, and eye while defusing a bomb in Iraq. [2005]

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Tanisha Blevin, 5, holds the hand of fellow Hurricane Katrina victim Nita LaGarde, 105, as they are evacuated from the convention center in New Orleans. [2005]

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Source: Eric Gay

The Cassini spacecraft takes a picture of Saturn from deep space. The tiny speck of light circled in red is Earth. [2006]

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Source: NASA

The Tribute in Lights shines on the skyline of lower Manhattan in New York. [2006]

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Source: The Atlantic

Terri Gurrola is reunited with her daughter after serving in Iraq for 7 months. [2007]

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Source: BuzzFeed

Thousands gather to mourn after the Virginia Tech shooting [2007]

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An indigenous woman holds her child while trying to resist the advance of Amazonas state policemen in Manaus who have been sent to evict natives. [2008]

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Source: Luiz Vasconcelos

Michael Phelps celebrates after winning his 14th gold medal, setting the all-time record for most Olympic gold medals. [2008]

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Wall Street on the midst of the Global Financial Crisis [2008]

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Barack Obama wins the 2008 election, becoming the first African American President.

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Hhaing The Yu, 29, holds his face in his hand as rain falls on the decimated remains of his home after a cyclone stroke Myanmar’s capital of Yangon. [2008]

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Source: Brian Sokol

Four of the last seven Northern White Rhinos in the world are airlifted from a zoo in the Czech Republic to a park in Africa in an attempt to save their entire species. [2009]

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Source: National Geographic

US Airways Flight 1549 floats on the Hudson river after crash landing, miraculously, everyone survived [2009]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

 fireman rescues a koala during Australian bushfires. [2009]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

Kiki, age 7, is pulled from the ruins left by the Haiti earthquake and into the arms of his mother. [2010]

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Source: Polaris / eyevine

Elite runner Jaqueline Kiplimo helps a disabled Chinese athlete drink during the 2010 Zheng-Kai marathon. She stayed with him for several miles, costing her the 1st place finish and the $10000 prize. [2010]

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Tracy Caldwell looks down on Earth from the International Space Station [2010]

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Source: NASA

Smoke billows from a controlled burn of spilled oil off the Louisiana coast in the Gulf of Mexico coast line. [2010]

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Live images of the Chilean miners trapped in a mine for 21 days. [2010]

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Source: Unkown Photographer

Phyllis Siegel, 76, and Connie Kopelov, 84, are finally able to get married in New York. In the past decade, 17 US States, alongside 15 countries have legalized gay marriage. [2011]

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Source: AFP/Getty Images

A couple kisses on the pavement during the Vancouver Riot [2011]

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Source: Rich Lam/Getty images

Christians protect Muslims in prayer at Tahrir Square during the Egyptian Revolution [2011]

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Source: Nevin Zaki

Robert Peraza, who lost his son, mourns 10 years after the 9/11 terror attacks [2011]

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Source: New York Post

A dog soaks in an adoring crowd in Mexico by following the Pope [2011]

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Source: Yuri Cortez

An Egyptian woman kisses a policeman, who had refused to fire on protestors, during the revolution against the Mubarak Government [2011]

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A police officer pepper-sprays Occupy protesters at the University of California [2011]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

Barack Obama and Government staff watch as commandos conduct a raid, which ends with the killing of Osama bin Laden [2011]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

New York firefighters, many of whom lost friends in the 9/11 attacks, learn of Osama bin Laden's death [2011]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

Norwegian citizens hold a flower march after terrorist attacks by Anders Breivik killed 77. [2011]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

Capt. Michael Potoczniak marries his partner Todd Saunders, in a ceremony in San Francisco. [2011]

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Source: AP

Billy Stinson comforts his daughter on the steps where their cottage once stood before it was destroyed by Hurricane Irene [2011]

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Source: Scott Olson / Getty Images

A 4-month-old baby girl is rescued from the rubble four days after the Japanese tsunami. [2011]

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Source: Reuters

The US rover, Curiosity, takes a selfie on Mars [2012]

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Source: NASA

Meghan Vogel, a high school runner, helps her exhausted rival cross the finish line. [2012]

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Source: AP

The Middle East sees snow for the first time in over 100 years [2012]

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Three young women from the New York Fashion Week pose next to a homeless man. [2012]

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Source: Spiegel

A mother comforts her daughter after the Sandy Hook shootings [2012]

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Source: Reuters

Greg Cook hugs his dog Coco after finding her inside his destroyed home in Alabama following the Tornado. [2012]

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Source: The Decatur Daily

Pakistani Muslims form a human chain to protect Christians during Mass [2013]

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Source: The Express Tribune

Dzhokar Tsarnaev, one of the brothers behind the Boston Marathon bombing, on the boat where he was eventually caught, with sniper lasers on his forehead. [2013]

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Source: Unknown Photographer

The anti-government Syrian town of Kafr Anbel sends a message to Boston after the marathon bombing. [2013]

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Boston replied with their own message. [2013]

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A child runs to safety as armed police hunt gunmen who went on a shooting spree at Westgate shopping centre in Nairobi. [2013]

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Source: Reuters

San Francisco comes together to help batkid save the city - and to grant the wish of an ill child. [2013]

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Source: Raphael Kluzniok

Carlos Arredondo helps Jeff Bauman after the Boston Marathon bombings. The two are now best friends. [2013]

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Source: AP

Pope Francis embraces Vinicio Riva, a man scarred by a genetic disease. This was one of many progressive acts that the new leader of the Church made. [2013]

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Source: EPA

A woman is peper-sprayed at Turkey's Gezi Park protest. [2013]

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Source: Reuters

The world says goodbye to Nelson Mandela [2013]

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Source: Peter Dejong

Lesleigh Coyer, 25, of Saginaw, Michigan, lies down in front of the grave of her brother, Ryan, who served with the U.S. Army in both Iraq and Afghanistan [2013]

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Source: Reuters

Kiev's Independence Square before and after the revolution [2014]

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Source: reddit.com

Afghan women turn out to vote in the first democratic transfer of power the country has ever seen. [2014]

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Source: Anja Niedringhaus

Markiyan Matsekh plays piano for police during the Ukranian revoloution. [2014]

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Source: Markiyan Matsekh

It's hard to believe we still have 86 years of history left to write. As I created this list, I was reminded that regardless of our differences in ideology, we're all people of the 21st century together. When students in the future look back, they will see us as one unified generation who overcame incredible obstacles and made swift social progress, despite little certainty of what lies ahead. 

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