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Truth or Deception?

When I stop to think of all I have done, I find myself questioning what I chose. Have I ever been truthful of who I am? Am I deceiving myself about myself?

Tirelessly I work to make others happy, Yet ignore my own desires and passions. Does that make me broken, or hopeless? Sometimes I can't sleep as I ponder this.

Love is something I struggle to show, Even though I do my best to understand The way that I feel emotions, if I feel them. Quick to help, but I struggle to swim myself.

Floating down the river of life, I daydream. Being loved and loving is a challenge to me, Yet I hunger for it like a wolf in winter time. Recklessly I have pursued this desire of mine.

Balancing on the edge of everything, I walk. Pursuing that which I cannot have, yet want. Is this the life I am to lead? Hallow and empty? Maybe I'll find meaning in this struggle, I hope.

Unheard go my songs, soft spoken my words. Desiring more, I have sought to change myself, Yet those closest to me question if I have. Lost in despair, fighting to breathe, that is life.

Volumes I could write, containing thoughts, Hopes, dreams, and desires untold by mouth. Words come easily when I write, yet I cannot speak. Doomed to silent suffering, I seek to help.

Remember that life is short, my friends. Feel the words I write and speak, and live. Live as I cannot, and reach for your desires. Maybe then I can start to find meaning in life.

Even when the world will shun me, I choose to try and be an example. Struggling is part of living, even death. Greif may overwhelm, but let it go.

Emotion and logic go hand in hand, No matter how much people say it doesn't. My words are proof of that, I hope. Live. Live and help one another.

Come to learn, to grow, and feel. That is the purpose I see in life. Darkness may come, but it will fade. Balance is what we must achieve.

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What Can I Do?

When all life is sacred, and worthy of respect, How can I bring myself to cause harm to it? The answer is simple. To help others, I do so. Even when it brings me pain, I will help others.

Love is something I struggle to feel worthy of, Yet I foolishly declare my love for someone, Despite my mind saying to stop and wait. Pushed away, or pushing away, that's all it is.

Causing issues seems to be my gift, I think. My birth led my parents to fighting more often, Thinking has lost me many things others have, And yet I keep struggling forward through life.

What can I do to repair the damage I have done? Praying only gets you so far, so I lost my faith. Standing even when I want to kneel and cry, That's the legacy I have built for others to see.

Am I even worthy of being called human? I see pain, misery, hope, and effort every day, Even when I question my sight and mind. How am I worthy of becoming better?

Quite honestly, I struggle to breath lately. Memories and nightmares haunt my mind, While doubts cloud my sight of the future. Does love even exist, or am I a lost cause?

Lacking the courage to say what I think, I sit alone and instead type or write them, Those forsaken words that I cannot say. Death may come for me, but I won't leave.

There is more to life than pleasure and peace, War and struggle. I know, but I live it every day. Resolute I stand on the cliff, ready to guide, To help heal that which is broken beyond repair.

Broken myself, I seek to return what is lost. Hopeless, yet determined to bring hope. Failing, but pushing others towards success. A paradox content to exist as I strive to live.

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Desires Unsung - A poem by ErdeKrieger

No matter how many times I try to tell you, I can't. Once upon a time, I believed that love was meant to be earned. Yet when I see you smile at me, all I feel is love and joy. Desperation fills me as i want to run from you, yet my heart is the only part of me that wants to flee. My mind becomes calm, while my body wants to step forward and embrace you. Should heaven fall and hell become our home, I will protect you as the demon you have changed. Even if I must die each time I save you from pain, all I need to see you okay to be revived. Yes, I can and will be immortal within your arms, for no place else is as safe and welcome as you.

Death may come for me, but I will fight to stay at your side. Peace will be achieved before I fall, else I will spend the remainder of my time mourning my failure.

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When Devotion Meets Desire

Amelia couldn't help but swallow nervously as she gazed at the man she fell for so many years ago. He had changed so little, and yet so much that she couldn't help feeling those emotions rise once more. Steeling her nerves, she stepped forward with purpose.

"Can I help you, sir?" She hated that her voice was lighter and more breathy than normal, but she couldn't help it when it came to him.

"Actually yes, I'm looking my friend Amelia Dravaski. If she askes who I am, tell her it's Matthew Palmoor who wants to see her." His soft smirk was still the same, and she hated that it made her feel weak. The steady rhythm of his voice and confident tone made it even worse, especially since he lacked that twelve years ago.

"Well, I am Amelia. Come, let's talk about your purpose here in the courtyard." She hoped he hadn't seen her freeze up, but his widening smirk dashed her fragile hope.

"Of course. It wouldn't be becoming of a future priestess to take an old friend to her quarters, now would it?" A small chuckle escaped his lips, making his statement more lighthearted for those of the church.

Amelia hated that she smiled in relief that he was just as kind, but that didn't stop her from continuing to smile at him. "Please, right this way." She guided him towards the door closest to them, only slightly lost in memories.

Upon reaching the courtyard, Amelia sank onto her favorite bench with a sigh, forgetting for a moment she was a priestess-in-training who was asked for by a childhood friend. "Ahem. So, Mr. Palmoor, what brings you to the temple this fine day?" She peeked at Matthew hoping to see even a bit of fluster. Instead, his face was unreadable except for a bit of sorrow in his eyes.

"Do you really want this?" His voice was soft, as if he was scared to say the words any louder.

"Excuse me?" The words were meant to be sharp, but she couldn't bring herself to be harsh with him.

"I remember the times we spent running from your father, defying his desire to give you to the church. What happened to those simpler days when we would dream and fly?" Although his voice wasn't any louder or harsher than before, the words still cut her deeper than her father's shouting.

"We... We were just kids, weren't we? Always running and dreaming, but never living, right?"

He looked her in the eyes, and the resolve she saw frightened her a moment before she heard what he said. "Is that the words you truly believe, or are those the words of a father justifying his actions?"

Amelia couldn't help but turn away at the question. It was far too pure, such a honest question, that she couldn't answer him. She blinked away the shaky view, only to feel a tear fall on her hand. Pondering on his question, she remembered his face when she told him she was leaving to become a priestess. The pain in his eyes that melted into a resolve that both frightened and reassured her at the same time. "You haven't changed." Blinking in surprise, she looked back at him. "What have you done these past years to change and yet stay the same?"

A pained smile crossed his lips as he sighed. "I dreamed, and follow the path I was shown. Living for myself, yet never forgetting to look back and remember. Your father hated me at the try outs for becoming one of his family guards, yet I proved myself as I pushed through the tougher trials he set before me. At long last, I finally showed your father that I was worthy of his attention."

She couldn't help staring at him as she realized he had been a mercenary for at least four years then. "How long?"

"Hmm? How long for what?" His voice was a bit louder now, about normal volume. Yet his words were so soft that it brought the tears back.

"For how long were you a merc on the front lines?" Her hands were shaking as she reached for his hand, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

"I fought for eight years, against man and best. Then I served for two years guarding your father before he sent me on a mission to discover my limits. That alone almost took four months before I learned why he was so harsh with me. I'm a descendant of the Mage Blade, the last king of the mercs, or so my teacher said. Honestly I doubt it since I struggled so much to learn the blade and magic."

Memories trickled back to mind as she remembered her father shouting at the servants at the manor. Horrible memories of hearing him call her friend a danger, someone capable of killing her and the guards. Something about magic so strong it coursed through him like blood.

"What style were you taught?" She felt the question leave her lips, but it didn't feel like she spoke.

"The style that involves reinforcing your body as you breath. Do you know what it's called?" Amelia felt herself shiver at his innocent question.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She pulled him onto the bench and sat him beside her. "Your style is called Divine Dragon style, and can only be learned by those who can succeed the Mage Blade and claim his title."

"So... Am I the rumored lost son of the Mage Blade?" His voice shook, and she could see tears in his eyes for the first time in years.

Even as she wished to speak, so could only bring herself to nod.

"I met my father, and ended up being the cause of his death. Yet now I am to claim his title?" She could feel him shake as he cried for the first time since his father's death. "Why must the world be so cruel? I met him, talked with him for a moment, and held him as he died. Now I'm supposed to claim his title? When I caused him so much pain?"

A moment was shared as they wept together at the memory of what had happened twelve years prior to this reunion.

"Son, I didn't die. I'm glad you spread that lie though, as it made my retirement all the easier." A voice familiar to them both spoke from behind them. Stepping into view, was the very man they both funded to make a statue of. "While I'm glad you made a statue of me in my honor, I gotta say it looks closer to Matthew here." The man looked to be in his sixties, yet he stood like a man in his thirties. He turned to them with a smile, and Amelia immediately flushed red as she saw his statement to be true.

"I may have used my ability to see a future Matthew, just so I could see him even at the temple..." She mumbled, yet both men seemed to hear her clearly.

A hearty laugh burst from the retired Mage Blade as he placed a hand on his son's shoulders. "Well, you might as well treat her better if she missed you that much, my boy!"

Matthew himself looked a bit flushed as well, and simply nodded. "I will do so, father. Although, I could use your guidance to reach the future sculpted here."

She saw both men smile at each other, not hearing what either had said in the moment where her mind had been reeling at the revelation that the man she saw was about to start his path. "Um... What shall be done then, Mr. Mage Blade?"

"Call me Bart, Miss Dravaski. The answer to your question is reliant on the both of you, since I had a partner who pushed me to become who I was. Walk together, and we'll see where you both end up."

Edit: Sorry for editing this a bit, I just noticed some misspellings that ended up adding a couple more sentences as well... Thanks for reading!

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Even The Sky Shall Fall

Once, when I was young, I dreamed of having strength. A kind of strength that would make all my struggles moot. I hated life with a passion, but that a poison of my design. Slowly I felt my desire and passion dwindle to nothing.

Now as I struggle to regain what I have lost, I see it. The strength I have sought is not what I imagined, For it is the will to push on when hope seems lost! Desire to see things through, even at great cost.

Perhaps I have started to gain that strength now, For when I look ahead and dream, I see only light. Bowed before me are the walls that held me back, Those who said I would fail, and even the sky clear.

Certainly it will take a while to gain that level of will, But when that day comes, even the sky shall fall to me. When I reach that peak that I have set my sights on, I hope that you will be there to see my grin as I cheer.

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Eternal Hearts - Snippet of a potential story

Had I known would happen five years ago, I might have chosen to join the guard instead of taking over the family farm. Despite the strangeness of the events, I wouldn't trade what has happened for anything.

The morning was rather crisp, a sign that winter was well on it's way just after the harvest had finished. I had gone to tend to the hogs and boars, when a strange wind bellowed about the farm. Knowing that it was likely some large winged beast, I prepared my magics for defending my homestead. However prepared I was, I had been wrong in my assumptions. Landing before me was a silver scaled dragon, the most proud of all dragons. Despite the awe inspiring sight, my breath was taken by the being on it's back. A young maiden about my age in appearance was sitting comfortably in traditional garments of some long dead court.

"Mortal!" the dragon bellowed within my thoughts. "Take this failure from me, and teach her the ways of your pathetic kind. She is no longer welcome in the draconic court for her transgression. Do with her as you will."

As he said this, he lifted the maiden from his back and set her beside me with his magic. Before I could think to reply, the winds gusted once more as he flew away in what seemed to be a hurry. Perhaps he had been commanded to do this by the Dragon King, or so it seemed from his movements.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you my new papa?" The maiden's childish words snapped me from my thoughts and drew my attention back to her. "Mama said I was going to a new home, and my caretaker just left. Does that make you my new caretaker, or papa in the mortal tongue?"

Her question left me stunned, that is until I burst out laughing at the thought of such a thing. "Well, if you really want to be my daughter, you would have to take on a younger form first."

She glared at me for a moment before huffing and turning away. "How rude of you to suggest such a thing! I was just asking something simple." The pale blue skirt swished lightly around her ankles, revealing leggings before settling back into place.

"Madam, I am but a simple farmer tending to his livelihood. What manners would I have as a mere mortal before a dragon maiden?"

"M-maiden?" Her eyes flashed their true draconic colors as she whirled to face me. "How dare you call me that! I am- was a proud silver dragon of the Dragon Court! Who are you to call me a maiden?"

A sigh escaped my lips as I shook my head. "While you were once a dragon, you clearly failed the trials. I suggest you lose that pride, before it causes harm to either of us."

"What do you know, mortal? I am more powerful than you, so show me the respect I deserve as a dragon!"

"I became a mortal willingly! While I would've enjoyed immortality before meeting my parents, I have since learned lessons that seem to be needed for you."

Silence existed for a moment as she processed, but once it sank in her face paled. "What were you before? An elf? Maybe even a demon!" Her thoughts showed plainly on her face as she started to worry.

"Madam, I was once a mimic of noble status. Do not compare me to the primitive elves, and especially not the barbaric demons!" Taking a shaky breath I turned to continue my duties. "Now, follow me and observe what I do. You'll need to earn your keep whilst here, or I will find someone else to give you to."

"Can a mimic really give up their powers like that?" Even if the question was meant to be harsh, her tone of voice were too soft for it to cut me.

Sighing seemed to something I would do a lot now, as I felt myself breath out yet another. "Only those capable of replacing the Emperor Mimic can. My progenitor was the last, but I did not desire the power for myself." I could hear the sadness in the words I had said, and hoped I hadn't been too loud. Although they were spoken without thought, perhaps they were said too softly for her to hear.

"If you could-" Her question was obvious to me, and I felt my anger grow at the memories it drew up. Painful memories of ma and pa asking me to very same thing even on their deathbeds.

"Even if I could return to being a mimic, what purpose is there to living an eternal life with no companion to share it with?" My voice was raised in anger, but towards myself for the longing to change shape once more. Taking a moment to let go of the anger, I started to walk towards the feeding trough of the boars I kept.

"Well, what if I were to be that companion?" My feet paused as I heard her quiet plea. "Papa once told me that if I failed, I'd live like a mimic. That if I kept failing as a dragon, my powers would slowly wilt as I became an immortal monster wearing mortal flesh. What if we found a way to share an eternal life beside each other?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that among dragons she was but a child, despite looking like an adult. "I might know of a way to return my powers, although it'll take years to regain my peak. Although, you must promise that we will only become friends if we can stand each other's failings."

I could hear her tears in her voice as she spoke in response. "I, I promise! As long as we stay by each other's side, I'll deal with anything you put me through!"

That's how our lives together started, and over the years we have gotten closer. My powers have finally been returned to me, so I will teach her to better change her shape as she desires. Perhaps that will help her retain her powers better, but it'll definitely help me return to my peak. Who knows, she might be my reason to grow stronger and finally claim the seat that has vacant for a thousand years.

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I will have to post my response to this prompt separately, as it's too long for a reblog/reply... That's the amount of detail I have put into this, even though it only took me about 30-40 minutes to think of a response and write it. Looking forward to creating more stories from the prompts!

You are a humble farmer when a dragon suddenly appears, he wants you to take his young dragon daughter that is unable to turn fully into a dragon and no longer wants her, before you could respond he fly’s away leaving her behind, she then looks at you and ask “Are you my new daddie/mommy?”

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Becoming Free - A poem by ErdeKrieger

Perhaps you didn't mean for this to happen. I followed you blindly before, out of ignorance, And in return you shaped me into who I am now. Devoted to pleasing you, I became a version 2.0

Now? Now I've started to wake up and see things. Loving you was a path to becoming a second you, But now I can see what I've become and who I am. Questioning how it came to be, I relearn who I was

Feeling my emotions is hard at times, but I try After all, if I don't then I will become trapped, Stuck being a variant of you when I have dreams! Teach me to walk in light, or drown in my shadow.

You seek perfection and preach of love unfeigned, Even though you have always giving tough love. Reaching out for help is difficult because of you, When all I was taught was to earn everything.

Fallen now from your graces, I finally feel at peace. Left alone, I blossom into who I truly wish to be, Although you hesitate to let me fully bloom in light. Why do you fear the light and peace I hold inside?

Shadow may be where I feel most alive and safe, But you should know the temptations of the light. Drunk on possibilities, I ignore your desperation, Content to shine and be seen as a supporter.

Join me, my beloved scar, once you bloom. Maybe then we can laugh and smile like before. Until then, I will be the blossom swaying peacefully, Enjoying light and shadow as I become a beacon.

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Master List for Third Time’s A Charm (Wherever You Go, I’ll Always Follow) (ttac(wygiaf))

Prologue  Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve