Chapter Forty Eight: A Lost Habitat

In the middle of the road, somewhere in Little Manila in Queens, New York City, there was a beautiful lair of legend buried beneath. It is not a common lore worthy to be discussed, despite being a myth passed on from generation to generation. There is a legitimate urband legend that customarily exists somewhere in this place, but their kind are not the typical villainous character that will threaten the peace.

The legends identified to be perpetually residing in this place do not have the possession of a proper identity, in order to become certain with their characteristics that intricately define their own self-esteem and sense of identity; this situation has been carefully assessed, in fact, which supports the investigative report later on submitted to the authorities that the characters of the presupposed myth in question has been robbed of their rightful identity.

Pursuant to the Anti-Plagiarist Act of the Conference, "no rational soul or any means of life must steal from any conscious identity, whether implied or explicitly, their personal ownership to the attributions made with regards to their personal experience in the cosmos, to profit therefrom by false pretense and representation of the ownership of such, without proving to the satisfaction of the competent Ethicists, that any relevant experience as made from such interpretation was inspired only by the alleged acts or the circumstances thereto, by making a distinct art separate and apart from what is already claimed and established."

It was very clear in this legal definition that the legends emanating from this place were, in truth and in fact, robbed of their common identity without "any regard to the impetus of the cosmos" and were buried deep, beneath the Earthly soil, too ruthless for the obviously exclusive malice to properly deny its existence and never merit the privilege of flexing its identity, known to be common knowledge to everything it rightfully presents, as well as their inherent right to be self-sufficient in their official abode or established habitat.

The general membership of the Society has no idea that such circumstances were indeed warranted, and that the Anti-Plagiarists were deployed in this place by a legitimate intelligence operation under the orders of the Conference, and they are more than the innocent diaspora as initially thought by the many in the Society's order when they were cordially invited to enter their fold and join the cause.

However, this habitat was determined to be a crime scene full of the diverse evidence that points to a larger scale of the severally defined felonies, more than the highest form of known identity theft as presently provided by the available statutes, but a purely falsified form of desecration of space, periodicity, and characteristics exist in this abominable attempt to commit such horrendous acts, entirely in place of full obedience and cooperation.

There were faint signals coming from the lair that are easily identified by the Anti-Plagiarists, and now this little fella has resurfaced in the middle of the street. The Anti-Plagiarist wasn't sure if this is the right soul he was supposed to rescue from the distress call, because the little fella is also greener than green, and similar in appearance with a Gremlin, yet its Elfish features were truly unmistakable.

He decided to investigate later and set his doubts aside, and immediately proceeded to save the poor thing from being hit by a car.

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