#footprints of a pilgrim

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Footprints in the sand

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I’ve had some thoughts

So upon re-watching some scenes from Wednesday for fic research, I came to a realization. In episode 3, Wednesday wants to investigate the old pilgrim meeting house and asks Tyler where it is. He tells her, then offers to go with her, which she declines.

Now, obvious after Wednesday has her vision she wakes up and is jump-scared by Tyler / Hyde but like....why did he follow her there? There’s nothing (in my memory anyway) of any incriminating evidence against Tyler or Laurel or clues at the meeting house. So why would he follow her there?

BECAUSE DEAR READERS, when Wednesday was leaving, Tyler made a point to mention that the meeting house was a ruin, and kind of sketchy. Literally the ONLY REASON I can glean as to why he followed her there was to make sure she’d be safe. NOT TO MENTION he (adorably) mentioned how she was becoming ‘obsessed with this monster in the woods’. So why wouldn’t he go there as the Hyde to impress her? He certainly wasn’t there to kill anyone (oh yeah, and the old guy that harassed her he kills next? Tyler, honey, you’re not subtle.)

BUT ALSO, as Wednesday’s chasing after him in the rain, she comes across the footprints, very clearly changing back to human. Why leave such an obvious clue? Why change back at all? Running around naked in the rain CANNOT be comfortable? Why leave such a MAJOR clue like that the monster was human? Because Tyler was purposely leaving her clues. In whatever way he could, he was trying to tell her what was happening. WHY ELSE WOULD HE FOLLOW HER OUT THERE AND LEAVE FOOTPRINTS THERE’S NO OTHER REASON FOR HIM TO BE OUT THERE WITH HER THERE WAS NO OTHER PHYSICAL EVIDENCE FOR HER TO FIND

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE.

During the confession scene at the police station, obviously Tyler’s warning of ‘you have no idea what’s coming’. WHY WOULD HE TELL HER THAT IF HE WASN’T TRYING TO WARN HER. Wednesday thought Kinbott was Gates, and was DEAD. WHY GIVE HER SUCH AN OBVIOUS WARNING AND CLUE THAT SHE WASN’T DEAD LIKE BOY WAS EITHER ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE AT BEING EVIL OR WAS ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE AND TRYING TO WARN HER IN EVERY WAY HE COULD GUESS WHICH ONE I’M STANDING BY

(look I know this arguably happened bc plot needs to happen. I'm reading too much into it. I don't care. I am having the time of my life. please join me in my insanity)

[marve2014]

No Time Like The Present Part 6

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part Six

Summary: Pilgrims, Hydes, and Cuddles.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, bullying, kissing, language.

Minors DNI

Word Count: 3.1K

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. This is where the story diverges from the actual story line. More aspects of the show will be added in the next part. Thank you lovelies so much for reading and enjoying.

Upon entering the woods to find the old pilgrim house Tyler showed Wednesday you can’t help but replay the images that were on the board of supposed Bear attacks; noting that all the wounds you saw were similar to those of the claws of the monster you saw. You decided that after you and Wednesday & make it back to town you would try and get more of insight on each of the attacks. Knowing you wont get any information from Sheriff Galpin himself, you decide that you and Tyler will have to go on an outing of your own; hopefully Wednesday wont be too mad. After walking for about twenty minutes the both of you come up on a dilapidated shack. Looking over at Wednesday questioningly, she mutters out “I was expecting more too.” 

Hearing a branch break behind the both of you, you turn and see a homeless man.

“Who are you talking to little girl?” He says 

“Use the words little and girl to address me again, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” Wednesday says nonchalantly. As the homeless man moves closer to Wednesday, you stiffen and grab her arm.

“This is my place! Get out!” He moves to grab Wednesday.

“Thing, a hand here.” Wednesday says as Thing rushes over and begins to choke the man. They tumble into the outside of the shed and as that is going on you and Wednesday finally begin to look around. 

“So, do your visions just come to you, or do you have to be in a specific situation?” You ask as you both look deeper into the shed.

“My visions seem to happen spontaneously.”

“Maybe you should try touching something? Get a feel for the shed?” You suggest. Wednesday begins mockingly touching things. “here, how about this?” She picks up a fast food bag and pretends to have a vision. “That’s not how they work, I already told you.” She argues. Going on to further her point she touches one of the shed walls and falls into an actual vision. You laugh, catching her falling body and take a seat on the ground with Thing, pulling her head into your lap not knowing how long her vision will actually last. A few minutes later, Wednesday shoots up from your lap and looks around at you and Thing. 

“I saw her, the girl from my visions. Her name was Goody Addams, she’s my ancestor. She was the only to escape the burning building. Jospeh Crackstone, he burned all the outcasts alive. He was a monster, why are they celebrating him?” Wednesday’s voice cracks as she says the last line, making you grab her hand and pull her into a hug. 

“We will find out what happened. I wont let anything happen to you, okay?” You promise. Hearing footsteps, the both of you turn and take in your surroundings.

“Must be the bearded man from earlier.” Wednesday deducts. Looking through one of the planks of wood in the shed wall, you’re met with the large eye of the monster you saw the night you went to meet Wednesday in the woods. Immediately you grab Wednesday’s hand.

“RUN!” You scream, trying to pull Wednesday along with you. 

“No, we need to go after it. We need to see where it leads us.” Wednesday argues, pulling you in the direction of the monster.

“Fine, but if I die, you better tell my mom I was strongly against this.” 

Running down a path, you both immediately stop when you notice the large footprints of the monster turn into human footprints.

“Holy fuck, it’s a human?!” You yell and look at Wednesday as she continues to examine the footprint closely. Looking up again you scream, seeing Xavier Thorpe standing in front of you. 

“Warn a girl next time, Thorpe.” You say irritated.

“What the hell are you two doing?” He questions as he puts his umbrella over the both of you.

“We were following the monster.” Wednesday answers.

“You guys saw it? Do you have a death wish or something?” He asks, looking over the both of you like you’re crazy. 

“What are you doing here?” You question suspiciously.

“I heard you both asking Tyler about the old meeting house. Figured id check it out and make sure you were okay.” He explains, not making eye contact with the two of you. “Why did you come out here in the first place?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Wednesday wanted to learn more about Crackstone.” Pulling Wednesday closer to you, you glare at Xavier.

“And she wanted to use her psychic abilities?” He smugly states as the three of you head back to the main road. 

“How do you know that?” Wednesday looks up at him and stops walking.

“Lucky guess. You can’t control it can you? That freaks you out. My dad is a psychic.” He explains.

“Vincent Thorpe, I know. My brother is his number one fan.” Wednesday says as she rolls her eyes.

“So I know, the first thing hell tell you is that visions can’t be trusted; they only show you one part of the picture. You’re creating a story in your head and using parts of your visions to back it up.” He continues to talk as you stay silent, trying to take in everything being said.

“Are you trying to mansplain my powers?” Wednesday asks.

“All I’m saying that my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions and lets be honest, emotions aren’t really your strong suit.” You glare up at Xavier and punch him in the arm. He looks down at you offended. 

“We will be leaving now. You don’t know the first thing about Wednesdays emotions, because they aren’t directed at you. Don’t try and invalidate her visions because you think you know best. Go screw yourself. Come on Wednesday. We need to change before we get sick.” Pulling Wednesday down the path, away from Xavier, you both make it back to the entrance you came in. 

“I don’t care what Principal Weems says, you’re coming to my house first to change. You will not get sick because of this stupid monster.” 

Making your way back to the sheriffs department, you see Sheriff Galpin and ask him for a ride to your house since you two walked to the pilgrim meeting house, leaving your car at home. After the short drive, you arrive home to see your mom gone and Tyler at the house when he said he would be at work. Getting out of the Sheriffs truck you turn back to thank him.

“I will drive Wednesday back to Nevermore so you can get back to work, we wont be too long; I don’t want anyone getting in trouble with the principal.” You give Sheriff Galpin a small smile and he gives you a head nod. Walking into the house, you see Tylers muddy shoes on the shoe rack and go to find him, bringing Wednesday along with you to get her some dry clothes.

“Your house is very… homey.. and bright.” Wednesday can’t help but grimace at the normality of it all. “Gonna have to get used to it babe, my mom is like the embodiment of sunshine, my very own Enid.” You laugh as you bring her to your bedroom and grab a t shirt and some shorts.

“If none of that will fit you, my mom is more your size, mine might be too big, I can grab something of hers, she wont mind. Trust me.” You smile. “ My bathroom is right through there, feel free to shower. I’m going to use the bathroom in my moms room and I plan on showering in scolding hot water, so take your time.” Kissing her cheek, you walk towards your moms room, still seeing no sign of Tyler. You push that to the back of your mind and start the shower and get in. After thoroughly scrubbing any traces of mud and Xaviers presence off your skin, you decide 25 minutes is long enough. Getting out and dressed, you go back to your bedroom to see Wednesday freshly showered, laying on your bed asleep. You kiss her forehead and cover her with your fuzzy pink blanket and then take a picture incase you ever need a favor from her and have to resort to blackmail. You head downstairs and hear someone rummaging through the kitchen, grabbing the bat that you started keeping at the end of the stairs, you slowly make your way into the kitchen. You see someone standing in the fridge but can’t tell who it is. Continuing to raise the bat you make yourself known.

“Hands where I can see them, please don’t make me use this bat.” You whine as the figure slowly closes the fridge.

“A BAT, Y/N?! Really?” Tyler looks at you shocked. Putting a container of food on the counter. Reaching over and snatching the bat from you. “Also, don’t let someone you’re trying to attack know you have a weapon, idiot.’ He rolls his eyes. 

“Hey! Give it back!” Whining, you try and reach for it, but Tyler is holding it above his head where you cant reach it. “Why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You question, finally giving up and letting him keep the bat.

“Literally zero customers, they sent me home, didn’t need me and the other guys.” He shrugs. “What are you doing here?” 

“Well Wednesday is asleep in my bed currently. We almost got eaten by the Hyde, again. Ran into that douche face Xavier. Just a casual day for us, you know?” You nonchalantly inform him and go to make you and Wednesday some hot tea and cookies. 

“Wait, Wednesday is here? Is that even allowed?” He asks as he hands you some tea bags. 

“Well If it isn’t, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get in trouble.” I’m going to bring this up and let her sleep a little more. Use the couch, no pull out for you until were both gone, loser.” You laugh at him and head upstairs. Entering your room you look at Wednesday who has cuddled further into your bed. Deciding to join her, you gently pull the covers back and slide in, not expecting her to immediately find her way into your arms. Smiling down at her you pull her closer and begin to fall asleep. 

Waking up to the feeling of cold, you sit up and look around not seeing Wednesday, but hearing people conversing down the hall.  Walking out you hear your mother and finally making it to the kitchen, you see her shoving food in front of Wednesday. Standing back you watch the interaction between them before you make your presence known.

“So Wednesday, how are you liking Nevermore? I hear this is your first year there.” Your mother asks as she pours Wednesday a glass of sweet tea.

“It’s okay I guess. It is better than normie schools, but then again, its still school.” Wednesday answers as she continues to look down at the food in front of her, deciding what to eat first.

“I just want to say thank you.” Your mother looks wistfully and Wednesday finally raises her head to meet her eyes.

“For? This is the first time we’ve actually spoken. I don’t think I’ve done anything to benefit you.” Wednesday answers monotoned. 

“You make Y/n happy. As a mother, that’s all I could ask for. She hasn’t had the easiest time dealing with the transition of moving here, but you have make her leave her room more, and actually get out of the house. I haven’t seen her smile this much in a long time.” Your mother reaches over and pats Wednesday on the hand. Pretending to not have heard anything, you head into the kitchen and make yourself known.

“Well hello people, I am alive and awake. What are we eating?” You smile and sit next to Wednesday, placing your hand on her thigh and giving a gentle squeeze. 

After eating, you decide that you regretfully need to take Wednesday back to Nevermore before you get in trouble with Principal Weems. The drive is mostly in silence, with you paying attention to the road while it rains, and Wednesday staring at the droplets racing down the passenger window. When the gate to the school is in sight, Wednesday finally breaks the silence. 

“There’s a dance coming up, the Rave-N, as my girlfriend you are required to go. I will let you know further dress code details so you can buy an outfit. Okay?” Looking at you with no hint of joking, you nod your confirmation. “Good. I will see you later.” Wednesday reaches over and grabs you by the back of the head and feverishly kisses you goodbye until you need to come up for air. Breathlessly you look at Wednesday and smile. “Be safe and I will talk to you later.” You tell her as she gets out of the car and makes her way into the front of the school. Deciding that you need the remaining information on those attacks, you decide that you and Tyler will need to break into the coroners office and see what exactly is going on. 

Getting back to your house, you call Tyler and tell him to come outside, without telling either of your parents where you plan on going. Tyler comes out and gets in the vehicle and you immediately break down crying.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Tyler asks as he reaches over the center console to hug you.

“I think today is just catching up to me, the adrenaline wore off and all I can think of is one of us getting killed by the Hyde. We need to find out who it is Tyler. I can’t keep going with Wednesday and almost getting killed.” Wiping the tears from your eyes, you look up at him and see a faraway look in his eye. He snaps out of it once he realizes you’re looking at him. 

“It’ll all work out, okay? I promise.” He reassures you.

“I need you to come with me to break into the coroners office. I don’t think all the attacks your dad is saying are bear attacks, are actually bear attacks. I think it’s the Hyde.” You explain as you continue to pull yourself together and stop crying. 

“Are you sure? We could get into a lot of trouble if we get caught.” 

“Yes. The coroners office has the last body and all of the notes from the previous attacks. I stole my moms badge, so technically we aren’t breaking in.” You try to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go then.” He exhales. “You’re just as bad as Wednesday.” Laughing, he puts his seatbelt on as you pull out of the driveway.

“I take that as a compliment.” You tell him smugly.

Arriving at the hospital, you two take the back way to get into the building trying to go unnoticed. Scanning your moms badge, you finally make it to the coroners office and enter the dark room. Pulling out flashlights, you start going through the filing cabinet, while Tyler looks at the computer.

“Well the computer is a no go.” He says, trying multiple times to get passed the login credentials.

“Okay well help me look through the filing cabinet.” Finding one file you need, you head over to the computer and printer to make copies before you replace the file and continue looking. You pause as you hear two voices coming closer, looking through the crack in the door, you see the coroner and sheriff Galpin making their way to the very room you’re in. 

“Oh fuck, its your dad. Hide Tyler. Hide right now.” You scurry and hide in the side closet, pulling Tyler with you. Covering both of your mouths, you try and listen to the conversation being currently had. 

“I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the lates victim; it’s a real noodle-scratcher.” The coroner says as he leads Sheriff Galpin over to the refrigerated unit containing disassembled body parts. “The killer cut off two toes from the victims left foot. Best guess, they used a surgical saw. The final autopsy report is still pending.”

“The minute your done send it straight to my desk. I want a media black out on the toes.” 

“Sure thing Sheriff. You go, ill lock up.”

You hear the Sheriff leave and then the coroner walking over to the area they keep the bodies. You cant make out much of what he’s saying but you can hear the confusion in his voice as he talks to one of the bodies.

“You’ve been waiting a while, I guess you wont mind one more day for me to cut you open.” Laughing, he closes the drawer and turns the lights back off. After 5 minutes of no sound, you and Tyler open the door to the storage closet you were in and you look at the drawer the coroner had opened, noticing it didn’t close all the way. Looking at Tyler and nodding your head in the direction of the drawers, you walk over and pull it all the way. Holding in a scream, you see your girlfriend laying there, staring back up at you.

“Five more minutes, I was just getting comfortable.” She says as Thing goes to close the drawer.

“No ma’am. You will not get five more minutes Wednesday Addams. Get your butt off that table and tell me why you’re here without me!” You whisper yell, picking thing up and moving him away from the handle of the drawer.

“I could ask you the same.” Wednesday says as she hops down and smooths out the bottom of her Nevermore skirt.

“Well I came with Tyler, not alone.” You argue.

“And I came with Thing.” She rebuttals. 

“I don’t think they’re bear attacks. I think they’re all from the Hyde.” You explain and watch her lips curve in a small smile. 

“You’re correct, that’s why im here as well. I didn’t ask you to come because you specifically promised your mother no more late night outings; isn’t that correct, Tyler?” Wednesday looks over to the silent boy. Tyler just nods, not making eye contact with you.

“Traitor.” You mumble. “ Okay, well I made copies of one of the victims, and they were missing a body part, the sheriff and coroner said this guy was missing two toes, so what the hell does a Hyde want with specific body parts?” You question the both of them. 

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Goddess of Victory: Nikke - Story Recap

Chapter 6: Pilgrim - Part 2

Counters travels along the slope of a mountain, following Ludmilla's map to the first checkpoint. According to her intel, the Pilgrim in White should be passing by sometime today, so with luck, they'll be able to find her and make contact.

From here, the team has an excellent vantage point, and Rapi is about to suggest the team lie low and wait, when Neon points to something out in the snowfield below them. There, in the middle of the white expanse, a single humanoid figure stands, their back facing the team. Anis cautiously asks if that's the Pilgrim they're looking for, and Neon optimistically says it might. Even so, Anis is skeptical wondering aloud if they got lucky. The Commander can disagree, saying they deserve some good luck for once, or agree, saying that this feels too easy.

Anis asks if the Commander wants to call out to the figure, but Rapi cuts her off, asking for permission to open fire. Neon grins and welcomes Rapi to the Path of Firepower, but discourages her from shooting at people indiscriminately. Rapi interrupts her to point out there are no tracks around the distant, mysterious figure. Neon is a bit confused at first, but Anis concurs, noting that figure would have to have been trudging through deep snow but has left no footprints.

The Commander can rightly point out that this is clearly a trap...or suggest their mysterious Pilgrim might be a ghost, scaring Neon. Anis asks how a ghost could show up in broad daylight, and Neon says there's nothing saying ghosts can't show up during the day, which Anis cannot refute.

In either case, Rapi states that the situation is unsettling to say the least, and they should investigate and tread cautiously rather than charge in guns blazing.

No sooner does she that however, the distant figure explodes, a deafening crash resounding through the snowy valley, and snow around the squad begins to tumble and fall down the mountain. Another avalanche. Rapi immediately grabs the Commander's hand and shouts for everyone to run to cover. Anis complains about getting caught in an avalanche two days in a row, but Neon remains optimistic, since they stand a good chance of avoiding it this time. Rapi tells the Commander to hold her tight, swearing she won't fail them this time.

Suddenly Rapi's arm is jerked away, punctuated with a vicious snapping sound as her grip loosens and her arm falls limp. The Commander loses their balance and tumbles down the slope, struggling to get to their feet as snow begins crashing down the mountainside toward them.

More ominous than that, however, is the blasphemous silhouette barrelling down the mountain ahead of the avalanche, greeting Counters with its familiar, hideous grin.

Chatterbox briefly says how happy it is to see everyone again as it overtakes the Commander, and they lose consciousness...

When the Commander wakes up, they're freezing, they have a pounding headache, and Chatterbox's grotesque smile is inches from their face.

Chatterbox laments how disappointing it is the Commander didn't figure out its trap sooner, as it reckons Counters would've actually had a decent chance of beating it if they had, but as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20.

The Commander coldly asks if Chatterbox wants something, and it says it wants plenty. They then say they're not interested and Chatterbox laughs, remarks that works out just fine, because just as the Commander hates Raptures, it hates humans. Commander asks Chatterbox to shut up and get to the point already.

Chatterbox says it has a few questions for the Commander, and it hopes they will answer honestly. The Commander asks what it wants to know, and it starts by asking if the "fake humans" the Commander works with have been "enhanced" in some way. The Commander lies, and says they don't know, but Chatterbox responds by breaking one of their fingers with its massive hands.

Chatterbox scolds the Commander, reminding them that it wants honest answers, and on top of that, it's just the two of them. No one is coming to save them. It then repeats is question, and the Commander concedes that yes, they have.

Next, it asks where the Commander is from, and they say the Ark. Third, it asks if they were ever hospitalized as a child. The Commander says they think they were, incredulous as to how Chatterbox could know that when they barely remember it themselves.

Chatterbox thinks on the Commander's answer, then chuckles approvingly. It then "invites" the Commander to come with it. They ask where to, but Chatterbox just says they don't need to know, just to hold on because it'll be a bumpy ride. Chatterbox picks the Commander up, then carries them further off into the snowfield.

As they go, Commander calls out and asks if Chatterbox will answer one of their questions. Chatterbox mutters that the Commander is too nosy for their own good, and if they speak out of turn again, it will use its knowledge of human anatomy to make them wish they hadn't. Commander threatens to blow themselves up if Chatterbox won't answer their questions. Chatterbox laughs, saying they're a human, not a machine, so that's an empty threat. The Commander nonchalantly responds that it's a trivial matter to implant an explosive inside the human body.

Chatterbox goes quiet, then mumbles that the Commander is bluffing. They press, saying that Chatterbox clearly wants them alive for something, otherwise it would have already killed them. It responds that the Commander is making a pretty bold assumption, and asks if they're willing to gamble their life. Not to mention that it has ways of making sure the Commander can't hurt themselves, so they couldn't blow themselves up even if they wanted to. The Commander dryly counters that Chatterbox is talking out its ass, because it has no idea how the bomb is detonated.

Chatterbox stops running, giving the Commander its full attention. It says they get one question, and one question only. The Commander demands two. Chatterbox grimaces and agrees, if only to get the Commander to cooperate.

The Commander feels a surge of elation that their bluff worked. They need to buy as much time as they can, they just have a hunch that things will work out if they can just stall Chatterbox for as long possible.

They ask if Chatterbox was behind the research base being hacked but left untouched, allowing them access to the Pilgrim map. It answers yes, clearly pleased with itself. It knew they were looking for the Pilgrims from the start, and it was all to easy to set the bait. If anything, it's disappointed its trap worked so well.

The Commander then asks if it has a mole inside the Ark. It very quietly answers yes, and the Commander immediately asks Chatterbox who it is. Not the mole, but Chatterbox itself, what IS it? Chatterbox scolds the Commander, saying they agreed to two questions only, and it's not answering any more. The Commander panics and threatens to blow themselves up, but desperation betrays their bluff, and Chatterbox tells them to shut it. It reminds them that there are no reinforcements, no fake humans on the way to save them.

It tells them to give up the act. Or better yet, blow themselves up, see if it cares. Chatterbox says that even the Commander has to understand that the only way everything ends is with the extinction of humanity, so there's no point dragging things out. Commander announces they're going to blow themselves up now, leaving Chatterbox incredulous at their stubbornness.

Just then, a shot rings out, and a hole rips through Chatterbox's body, sending them reeling as they drop the Commander. The Pilgrim in White asks what it will take to kill Chatterbox with some irritation, remarking it's not going to get away this time.

Chatterbox falls back, trying to find cover to put between itself and the heavily armed Pilgrim. She runs to the Commander's side and asks if they're alright. They ask if she's "Snow White" and she pauses, before saying it's been a long time since anyone called her that. She asks if they need any help, and the Commander readily accepts her offer, but she says they'll need to forget what they're about to see. The world isn't ready for the return of the Pilgrims yet, not until their missions is complete.

Chatterbox howls obscenities as Snow White, calling the Pilgrims a bunch of obsolete relics. Snow White tells it to be quiet, for it is a blasphemous mockery of life that should not exist.

To call what follows a battle is inaccurate. It is brutality. Before Snow White, Chatterbox is helpless. Its speed and strength are ineffective before the vicious efficiency with which she wields her expansive arsenal, Seven Dwarves. Rockets harry its every step, and its regeneration cannot keep up with the terrible damage she inflicts with every shot of her anti-ship rifle. By bringing the Commander out into the open snowfield, Chatterbox has sacrificed its ability to hide and avoid Snow White's attacks, and sealed its own fate.

In less than a minute, Chatterbox is incapacitated. Its regeneration struggling to keep it alive as it coughs, choking on black ichor, as it collapses and writhes in pain. Snow White tells the Commander to back off, as she needs a word with her "friend". She approaches Chatterbox, standing over it, and remarks that it took quite a while to finally catch it, but now she wants answers. It gurgles out a strained cry for help. Snow White ignores it, having no interest in its attempts to garner sympathy, and asks where it came from. What vile force brought such a monster in being?

Chatterbox continues begging for help, pleading to be spared. Snow White glares at the Rapture in disgust, but startles she realizes it's not pleading to her. It's pleading to an unseen force, something it calls..."My Queen".

The sky brightens and the clouds part, as something terrible descends from on high in a pillar of light.

It is undeniably a Rapture, a twisted, mechanized parody of the human form. The Commander shudders. It is cruelty and malice given form. It hates them. Hates them. The monstrous figure radiates pure, undisguised, visceral hatred toward the entire human race.

Even more disconcerting is the giant Rapture's chest opens and a woman emerges. She's a Nikke but...wrong. She bears cybernetic wings and secondary mechanical limbs fused directly into her flesh, like some kind of terrible fusion of Rapture and Nikke.

The Rapture-Nikke descends to the ground beside Chatterbox, and chides that it is truly pitiful. But it needn't worry, because she will save it. She turns her attention to Snow White, cordial tone and gentle smile belying the seething rage that can be felt emanating from her, and asks if Snow White is responsible for hurting her friend.

Snow White doesn't answer, only identifying the stranger as a Heretic, one who answers to the Queen, traitor to mankind. A Nikke that chose to serve the Raptures. The Heretic merely responds that all the titles are unnecessary, calling her Modernia is more than enough.

Snow White growls that she's lucky. Bagging Chatterbox and luring out a Heretic means she's one step closer to finding the Rapture's Queen. Modernia scowls and says she ought to kill Snow White where she stands but for the sake of her friend, they'll have to call it a day, but she won't forget Snow White's face. Snow White snarls out that she won't let Modernia or Chatterbox escape, but a number of flying Lord-class Raptures descend, interposing themselves between Snow White and Modernia.

Snow White readies her weapons and moves to engage, intending to blast through the chaff to pursue her targets...

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prompt of mk being turned into a weapon by mac or lbd and wukong seeing himself in him

Okay so I know you said Mac or LBD but I'm not over @loupsbane idea for Erlang Shen. What if instead of focusing on Sun Wukong, he focused on Qi Xiaotian?

Sun Wukong was a weapon.

Heaven's guard dog. Nothing more than a brute. A rabid monkey.

He had heard all of these and more in his life. After a while, it got easy to ignore them, even if Ao Lie or the other pilgrims wanted to kick up a fuss. After all, it was deserved. Wukong had created a legacy of bloody footprints.

He had never wanted Qi Xiaotian to be the same thing.

Even in this, he had failed.

As the fillet coldly gleamed on the kid's head and Erlang Shen stood behind him, his hands possessively on his shoulders and a cold smile on his face, Wukong felt dread twist his stomach.

He had failed. And now it was up to him to rescue the kid before Erlang broke his spirit.

[leroibobo]

during his evangelistic activity in india in the first century, thomas the apostle is said to have founded "seven and a half" churches. three currently claim the status of having been the "half church". they are:

st mary's orthodox church, also known as the 'royal church', in thiruvithamkode, tamil nadu. it claims to be the world's oldest functioning church that hasn't been reconstructed, though the 'main' parts of the structure were built between the 17th-20th centuries. today, it's under the jurisdiction of the malankara orthodox syrian church. former church primate baselios marthoma didymos I proclaimed the site as an international st. thomas pilgrim center.

the hilltop church in malayattoor, kerala. local tradition goes that, facing hostile natives in the area, st. thomas fled to a hilltop, where he remained in prayer. there, he left a cross and a footprint on a nearby rock. these were later found and a shrine was built in their place. today, it's under the jurisdiction of the syro-malabar catholic church, and a part of the larger shrine on the hilltop dedicated to st. thomas. (a much larger church is located nearby). the vatican declared it an international shrine and a pilgrimage up the hill takes place annually after lent.

st george's church in aruvithura, kerala. the first edifice of the church was made in the manner of a hindu temple. when one of the seven churches was destroyed, several of its congregants migrated to aruvithura with a statue of st. george, hence this church's dedication. it's since been rebuilt, including a larger expansion in the 16th century. today, it's a parish of the syro-malabar catholic church.

[realmermaid333]

by meeting in the woods I meant, something like wednesday going out to search tyler and they come face to face in the woods.

I really hope this is good because i struggled a little haha!

Wednesday didn’t stop thinking about Tyler when she went home last semester. She knew he wasn’t dead, so where was he? Prison? Was he sent away to some other bootcamp? How could he be contained? Now that Laurel wasn’t there to pull his strings, was he still violent and murderous? 

Although it was embarrassingly painful to admit, and she hadn’t said it out loud, Wednesday missed what they had. She missed their time together in the Weathervane, in Crackstones Crypt, she missed his lips on hers. She thought his feelings for her were real— how could she be such a fool? 

Her own feelings were even more complicated when she came back to Jericho for another semester at Nevermore and learned of his escape. 

Tyler was being taken to a facility for troubled outcasts somewhere near Massachusetts. He had a scheduled hearing before the COM (Committee of Outcast Mishaps) to determine what his involvement was in Laurel’s crimes, but he transformed into his Hyde and fled. The peculiar part is he didn’t kill anyone, he just tore through the padded doors and ran off.  

Wednesday, being the obsessive and stubborn girl she is, has been going out into the woods again with Thing, retracing her steps. She doesn’t know what she intends to find, perhaps some piece of mind. Regardless, backpedaling through last semester’s investigation has given her something to do. It completes the story in her head— and Wednesday despises loose ends and unfinished tales. 

She’s visited the Gates mansion once, but it’s hard to get to now. It was gated off after being searched when Laurel was caught. 

Now, Wednesday visits the ruins of the old Pilgrim Meeting House for the second time since she arrived in Jericho two days ago. 

This was the place she saw the vision of Goody and spotted, what she didn’t know at the time, was Tyler’s eye through a crack in the decayed wall. This was the place where that homeless man was murdered on Laurel’s accord, where she saw the footprints that made her realize the monster was human. 

Thing peaked out of her bag, then crawled on her shoulder and looked at her judgmentally once he realized where they were. 

“I know. I shouldn’t keep coming back here. There’s just something about it that draws me back in like a fly to a spider web,” 

He tapped “dangerous” on her shoulder in morse code, then crawled down Wednesday’s jacket and onto the ground. 

Wednesday inhaled sharply, “I know. But we’ve been fine every other time we’ve come, and there’s no new killings,” 

Sheriff Galpin has been sending people to look for Tyler but they haven’t found him yet. Wednesday didn’t think he posed much of a threat anymore, but maybe that was wishful thinking— something she usually thought of as naive. 

Why do you keep coming here? Thing signed. 

She felt herself getting defensive, “I don’t know! There’s got to be something else going on here. I just haven’t figured it out yet,” she paced back and forth, “We still don’t know who sent me those threatening messages, and I think there’s unfinished business here,” 

Suddenly a twig snapped somewhere behind her, she turned sharply on her heel and stared out into the woods. More twigs snapped, and Wednesday felt her heart beat a little faster. Thing scurried to her feet and she put him on her shoulder as she slowly backed away from the sound— then something strange and unexpected happened, something that made her stomach twist into a knot. 

Tyler stepped out from behind a tree trunk. 

Wednesday stifled a gasp, she didn’t want him to have the possible satisfaction of startling her, but Thing tapped his fingers frantically. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a small smirk. 

“Right back at you.” 

He was dressed quite oddly, a camo jacket and pants, brown boots. He was rather dirty and had a leaf in his hair, his cheek had a scratch on it, nothing too deep, but it seemed like living in the woods wasn’t easy on him. 

She eyed him, “Interesting attire,”

Tyler chuckled quietly, “You should have seen what I was wearing before,” 

A jumpsuit?”

“No, I was actually wrapped in a tarp before I stole this getup from the hunting shop,”

“How were you not caught?”

“I don’t know actually. I got lucky, it was dark and the shop owner was asleep,” 

Thing was tugging on Wednesday’s braid trying to get her attention, she swatted at him to stop. 

She looked Tyler up and down suspiciously, “So, you’ve avoided your father and his employees for the last few months. How?”

“I know great hiding places,” he shrugged. 

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Why don’t you turn yourself in? You can’t live in the forest forever,” 

Tyler didn’t respond. 

“The Committee of Outcast Mishaps had a hearing scheduled for you before you escaped. If you do a little lying and you could probably get off lightly” Wednesday said with venom in her voice. 

“The what committee?”

“You didn’t know that?”

“I was unconscious,”

Wednesday stared at him for a second, her gaze intense and judging, “I’m leaving,” 

She backed away and turned towards the path. 

“Wait!” Tyler objected. 

“What?” she said a little more snappy than she meant. 

“I’m going to turn myself in soon, and after that who knows what will happen to me. But I just want you to know that I really did care about you,” he was avoiding eye contact, staring down at his feet. He looked ashamed. 

“I’m not falling for your lies anymore, Tyler.” 

“It wasn’t a lie,” 

Her face hardened in frustration. 

“You don’t know what it’s like. To feel like you are not in control of what you’re doing. To have someone demand that you do something, and you have to do it. You don’t know why, but you can’t stop yourself. It’s like having puppet strings attached to you,” his breath hitched. “It didn’t matter what Laurel asked me to do, or how much I didn’t want to do it— whether it was to kill a hiker in the woods, or to betray or kill you. I would just do it, it was like my body had a mind of its own. I really did like you a lot, when I found out it was you who Laurel wanted to kill, I tried to help you escape Jericho. None of it made a difference. I’m sorry, Wednesday,” Tyler’s eyes were watering, he kicked a pebble, then finally met Wednesday’s gaze. 

She thought back to Nathaniel Faulkner’s diary, the entry about Hydes. How whoever liberates the Hyde from dormancy gets control over its actions. 

“The Hyde becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious agenda this new master might propose,” 

Wednesday was angry with Tyler, he betrayed her trust. He was the only other person besides Enid who hadn’t let her down— she let herself be vulnerable for once and he ruined it. He broke her black heart, the one she once thought was unbreakable, the one she never planned on placing in someone else’s hands. But she felt bad for him too. 

She doesn’t know exactly what Laurel did to him, but she knows it was bad, and she knows that he probably isn’t lying— he wasn’t in control, that’s the entire reason why sickos with nefarious agenda’s unlock Hydes. 

“Your betrayal impacted me more than I’d like to admit, but I am sorry for you as well.” 

She looked into Tyler’s eyes, those green eyes she once found so intriguing and mesmerizing, and she saw the sweet and witty boy she met in the Weathervane last year. The one who followed her on her adventures and gave her free quads, the one who she tried to push away but he just kept on coming back. Wednesday isn’t sure how much of it was real, but she feels comforted knowing at least some of it was. 

She felt her own eyes water a little bit, her emotions were getting the best of her— and that cannot happen. 

So before the conversation could go any further, she decided to end it, “I can tell your father you are here so you can be picked up. That way you don’t have to go into town,” 

“Oh.. um… Thank you. That means a lot actually,” he gave his head a shake and looked back at his feet. 

Wednesday nodded, then walked down the grassy, gravel path towards Jericho, leaving Tyler at the Meeting House. 

Thing tapped on her shoulder, but Wednesday stopped him, “Not a single word.” she said sternly, trying to mentally prepare herself for a chat with the sheriff.

[thenwhokilledtheworld]

From the Light Sent Down, ch. 9

In which Sonia goes on a diplomatic mission, Zelda is not afraid of heights, and Rauru and Zelda have a late-night chat.

Sonia is on a chair that hovers over the paving stones as the procession makes its way down the boulevard of Karu, the Zonai city that marks the final destination of their long tour. She usually prefers to walk, but she’s done so much walking over the last two months, and her feet are starting to swell as the seventh month with the baby comes to an end. When the dignitaries who met them at the landing ground offered her the chair, she was glad to take it, along with its corresponding shade to cover her from the bright sun. Rauru is walking beside her, his hand over her hand on the armrest. 

For two months they have traveled the length and breadth of Hyrule, visiting every people and tribe across the land. Sonia and Ganondorf’s father is from the Kolomo tribe, where they stayed for three days by the lake, feasting on venison varenyky and egg pudding. She had tried to speak Kolomyon as much as she could, but her speech was halting and half-remembered. So much of her young life had been spent on the Plateau with her mother and the other priestesses. She looked Kolomo, but that was where it ended. She had spent a full day offering prayers and blessings to anyone who would come to her in need of them, which was her favorite part of the visit. Men and women, young and old had come, and several had even brought animals with them to be blessed. They shared with her their sorrows, their joys, their anger, their tears. When it was past midnight, after she had been through the entire crowd of petitioners, Zelda had come to her last of all and asked if she was alright, as if she had been through something bad instead of spending the day praying for her people. Sonia had reassured her that she was perfectly content. Zelda had been doing better and better with her lessons whenever Sonia has time to teach her, and she has been practicing on her own whenever no one has something for her to repair. One day Sonia opened the cupboard to find twice the number of teacups as usual, because Zelda had sent them all two days backward. She worked as if possessed, hardly sleeping, and making progress in weeks that Sonia had taken years to make. Sonia worried about her. Still, she was energized and less forlorn than she had been at first. Sonia prayed every evening that they would find a way to get her home to her knight.

Then they had all gone to the Rito, then the Gorons, the Akkalans, the Necludans, the Sheikah, the Zora, and the Faronese. Second to last, they had taken a green ship that carried them heavenward, manned by seven Zonai in owl masks decorated by dangling beads, to a sky island that floated over the Gerudo Highlands, a ring city built around a spherical house at its heart, where the chiefs of the Dinar clan lived. The air is cold, and Sonia has a cloak with a collar of ostrich feathers around her shoulders to keep her warm. 

She has to admit that she is getting a little tired. She has known her whole life that she would one day be high priestess and keep the temple, the one thing that all of Hyrule had in common. That had not been a heavy burden; she had loved it since she was a little girl glowing with the love of the goddess that followed her everywhere she went, following the muddy footprints of the weary pilgrims who climbed the road up to the Temple’s white stones and the hearth that waited for them there. It was when she stood on the edge of the wall that encircled the plateau and saw the whole land spread out before her, a land roved by armies and blurred by war parties, split and plundered and ravaged, and wanted in her wilder moments to put all the sorrow into herself and let it die there and ruin her if it had to, that it ever felt so heavy it might crush her. It was a wanting that had gone away when she had grown up and grown wiser, but the same pity had made her accept the crown and scepter when the tribes had offered them to her. Pity, and the knowledge that if she did not, there would not be another who would do it, nor another who would wish so often that so much did not rest upon her ability to be more than a high priestess, more than a keeper of the hearth. But they were her people, and she would give them whatever they asked of her— her whole life, if she had to. 

Ahead of her Zelda is talking to Danylo, gesticulating animatedly at every passing tree and building. Their elbows are linked, and Danylo has her hands clapped over her eyes so she doesn’t have to look down. As a gift in return for fixing the loom, the weaver who supplies the temple offered to make Zelda some new things, and Zelda had shyly requested that they have mushrooms on them. Sonia is still not sure exactly why Zelda was so keen on having mushrooms on her clothes, but she is happy that Zelda is happy in her tunic and draped skirt of blue and lavender and deep green printed with mushrooms and clinking with Zonaite beads. 

“Oh my goodness,” says Zelda. “Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Danylo, won’t you look!”

“I am trying not to, Lady Zelda,” says Danylo, who has her face in her hands. 

“All of the leaves are yellow! Is it autumn up here? I cannot imagine why it would be autumn up here and not down on the surface. Rauru, do you know why all of the leaves are yellow?”

“I do not,” says Rauru. “But if my sister is here, I am sure that she will know.”

“Your sister is in the east, my lord,” says a Zonai servant, who is leading them along a broad street that follows the edge of the island. Below them, Zelda can see white mountains  spread out beneath them, partly covered by low cloud, and several tiny mining stations where the cloud shows through. Poor Danylo is terrified of heights, so Zelda is making sure to walk on the outside of the road. Chanti and Ana are in the back, where the fact that they are holding hands will be less noticeable to the Zonai crowding the edges of the street to see the Hylian envoy. 

“It is this way to the great house,” says the Zonai servant, guiding them right down a narrow boulevard framed by orange trees and paved by white stones. All around them, Zonai are crowded in to see the guests from the surface. A Zonai female carrying her baby slung over her back stops to ogle Sonia on her chair gliding past, pulling down her red goggles to get a better look. A wizened man chewing on a stem of wild garlic leans forward in his chair set out on the crenellated veranda to stare. Dinar guards all in fur-lined red livery keep the pressing crowd at bay, but it’s hard in such a vertical city: bridges arch overhead, waving banners temporarily blocking the sun from Zelda’s view, levitating balconies and banners of beads and bells jingling, joining the people leaning out of windows, their necklaces and earrings catching the sunlight.

The boulevard widens out into a broad street heading north toward the spherical house at the center of the city. Sonia laughs at something Rauru says. Somewhere, someone plays a joyful but measured melody on a flute. Ahead of them is a gate over a long, thin bridge, open, but made of Zonaite light, and surrounded by more Constructs and guards in red. Another knot of people presses around the mouth of the gate, while Zonai in heavy ornaments pass to and fro across the bridge. Tiny snowflakes start to gust down, and Zelda lifts a hand to watch them melt in her cupped palm. 

They come to the gate. A guard blows a note on a horn so long that it has to rest on the ground. Someone in the crowd shouts, ‘Lord Rauru! Give us your blessing!’ and Rauru raises his hand, making Hylia’s light beam and refract between the falling snowflakes. 

“You are under the eye of the dragon,” he tells them, and the crowd sighs and cheers. Zelda turns before they step onto the bridge to get one last look at the city all around them, but the procession presses her forward. They can only walk three abreast on the bridge itself. Sonia is flanked by Rauru and the Zonai attendant. 

“Zelda, I think I will die,” says Danylo, who buries her face in Zelda’s shoulder to keep from looking down. Zelda, who has never been afraid of heights, cries out in wonder at the sight of the mountains beneath them. The railing of the bridge is made of Zonaite energy, which Zelda is sure would be quite firm if someone were to fall against it, but is translucent to look through. Danylo is shaking with fright and praying under her breath, sweet merciful goddess take me away, I will swallow my tongue and close my eyes, bear me away from my affliction, so Zelda puts her arm around Danylo and tells her there’s nothing to be afraid of and that the bridge carries hundreds of people every day, but then she is distracted by a hawk soaring so close overhead that its flight ruffles the fur on Rauru’s head. The snow has started to tuft her cloak. 

They finally reach the end of the bridge. The great dome of the Dinar house is inlaid with thousands of carvings and made of pure marble. Its joints glow green with energy. Three elderly Zonai, each carrying a smooth staff and wearing a scarlet shawl with fringe so long it drags on the ground, are waiting for them when they arrive. Danylo is as white as a sheet when she peers out from Zelda’s shoulder, and sighs with relief so loud that it echoes in the high-ceilinged chamber that the three Dinar elders invite them down into. Rauru hands Sonia down from her seat, and the elders exclaim and congratulate them over her pregnancy. 

They sit down around a high table surrounded by Zonai nobles and sup, entertained by music on the harp and the flute, first on pale blue, fragrant wine, which Bronwyn has three glasses of, then on mushrooms and radishes in vinegar and oil, then on ostrich dumplings, which seem to make Danylo forget that they are thousands of feet in the air, and then on enormous pies with feathers slashed into them, which Sonia announces is her very favorite Zonai dish. She and Zelda polish one off completely between the two of them, and Zelda wheedles the recipe out of one of the servers. She has a private giggle at the image of Link, having conquered the recipe, carrying a pie half as wide as he was tall. 

Zonai apparently do not believe in dessert, which Zelda cannot believe, but which she bears with decorum. There are several speeches, one by Sonia and several by the elders, and then someone blows another horn, and the plates are cleared, and Sonia and Rauru go off with the Zonai councilors and elders to discuss matters of state, while Bronwyn ushers the rest of the priestesses off to follow the servants to their chambers. Zelda excuses herself and steps through a side door to the gardens, pulling her cloak tighter around herself, her feet crunching on the thin layer of snow. 

Later on, Zelda is on the rampart, watching the stars through the rotating rings around the central palace. The night is cold and carries a steady wind. The stars are in odd places for this time of year, and she silently follows them with her eyes on their slow path over the black. Her breath mists the air. Inside, the music has gone quiet, and Zelda can hear Zonai voices rumbling through the garden of ornamental grapevines between her and the door. 

Someone moves in the garden behind her. She turns to follow the noise, peering through the shadows lit by sporadic jade-colored lamps. Rauru appears between the bunches of shimmering grapes. He pauses to bow. 

“Rauru!”

“Lady Zelda,” he answers. “Forgive me if I startled you. Things are beginning to wind down for the evening. I came out to get some air.” 

“How did they go?” 

“Very well. All three of the clans have been glad to hear that there might be some peace down below, and of course everyone is happy to meet Sonia.” He comes to stand next to her. The stone on the back of his hand glows golden. “I’m sorry you were unable to join us for the last half of the meeting, but there’ll be a breakfast on the south veranda in the morning that the full emissary is invited to. Sonia is planning to save you a spot by her.”

“Facing the Gerudo Desert?” 

“Yes. It’s a beautiful view, especially in the morning when it’s cooler. I’m sure Sonia would be happy to point out the names of the villages you’ll be able to see.”

“Villages! Oh. How many?” 

“Almost a dozen, I think. I’m not sure. You’re surprised.” 

“In my time there are only two settlements in the Gerudo Desert. Almost a dozen! I wonder what sort of… never mind.”

Rauru laughs, guessing at her train of thought. “I wish my sister was here. It’s a shame we’re only visiting the Dinar city and not the Narё or Farё. Zonai clans,” he explains. “My sister has her workshop in the east on Farё Island. You’ve always reminded me of her.” 

“Oh?”

“She’s a scholar, like you. She’s mainly an artificer, but she has some expertise about most things.”

“She works on Zonai devices?”

“She designed the one that took us here.” 

“Does she ever come to visit you?” Zelda asks, not trying to hide her hopefulness. 

“Not often now that I live on the surface with Sonia. She’ll be here when the baby is born. Just two more months now, but Mineru will be early, I think. I could even write to her and ask if she wouldn’t mind. I’ve already told her of you.”

“There’s no need on my account, Lord Rauru,” Zelda flushes. “I didn’t—”

“Please. She would be happy to. You are a delight to all of us. She will not think any differently.” 

“Thank you. You’re very kind. I would love to talk to her,” says Zelda, feeling a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. Still, she thinks, it might be only six weeks before she gets to meet this Zonai scholar who will know things about history and technology and most importantly, maybe a way to get her home. “What sort of artifices does she make?” 

“She builds constructs. Many of her students work in the Zonaite mines directly below Farё Island. Her constructs mine and process the raw material. I fear she has explained all of the mechanisms to me several times and I, well.” Rauru chuckles. “I think I would confuse you more than I would help you learn.” Rauru pauses, suddenly reflective. When he speaks again, it’s at some length, as if he’s not quite sure he should say what he’s thinking. “She also carries a Secret Stone. I don’t think she’ll be able to give you more help than Sonia and I have been able to. Her… the gift that she has is not quite like what we have. It’s something she learned, the way the Sheikah learn. But she might know something we do not, I don’t know. You might have figured something out yourself by then. You’ve been making incredible progress; Sonia can hardly stop talking about it.” 

“I went forward half an hour yesterday morning,” says Zelda. It had felt like falling. She had had to catch her breath afterward, then feel in her mind along the thread of her own temporal memory, the one that stretched millenia into the future, to tell that it was the slightest hair shorter. They’d set up an hourglass so that she could measure the length of her own trip, and she had flipped it, closed her eyes, felt that thread pull taut, and then opened her eyes to see the last few grains run out. It’s strange and sometimes thrilling to have a power that she learned to use instead of one that had burst from her fully-formed after years and years of silence and nothing. Like many other things in her life at present, it’s overwhelming, but it’s becoming a good sort of overwhelming. “I think I can try for a full hour soon.” 

“I’m sure you’ll be successful.”

“I hope so. The Stone helps, too. I hadn’t realized how much until I tried taking it off. It doesn’t make my light any stronger, I don’t think, but I can sense… or feel my way around in time better with the Stone. Otherwise it’s like throwing something with my eyes shut, if that makes any sense at all. Better, yes. I don’t know, um, I don’t, that is, when I have to make longer jumps. A year, or a hundred years. I have to rest after I go forward half an hour. I don’t have to rest as long as Sonia does, but I don’t know if I’ll have to break things down into pieces or go all at once. I suppose breaking things down into pieces would be best. I don’t know. Perhaps Lady Mineru might know some things? Sonia wasn’t sure.” Zelda glances at the Stone on the back of his hand and decides to brave the question that’s been on her mind since she first saw him in the Temple. “I haven’t seen any other Zonai wearing Secret Stones but you. How many of them are there?” 

“There are seven. Three that have been given to keepers: mine, Sonia’s, and Mineru’s. You’ve been careful to keep yours hidden beneath your tunic?”

Zelda nods, and puts a hand to where the stone rests, warm, against her chest. 

“Having one does make you a Sage, you know,” he says. “Both of Light and Time, I suppose. Or you could be called the Sage of Hylia, if you’d like, if there ever is a time when it’s appropriate for you to reveal your gift.” 

“I don’t know what I’d like,” says Zelda. “I’m usually just Princess Zelda.” 

“Light and Time,” he says again, mostly to himself. “Lady Zelda, may I ask something of you?” 

“What is it?” 

Rauru seems to wish he hadn’t said anything at all, but he goes on anyway. “Would you show me your light?” His ears flatten down with embarrassment. “There hasn’t been another with the gift in a long time.” 

“I don’t know if I can,” says Zelda. “It’s easier if…” if Link is there, she doesn’t say. “But I can try.”

She holds out her hand. Her brow knits together in concentration, then intentionally relaxes. She’s trying to remember something happy, something peaceful. Not the red star of the Guardian’s laser or the haze of gloom. She thinks about his voice saying yes but the memory is too much and so she has to put it out of her mind, too. Then she thinks about a day in Kara Kara Bazaar, him trying not to scarf down his entire roast pigeon in two bites, and Urbosa, laughing, reclining on a cushion, saying, go on, boy, you’re among friends, and laughing even more at the resulting grease stain down his shirt, and how her heart had leapt at the word friend and how she had hoped with all her being that maybe one day they really could be friends, and then her hand turns warm, and the light beams out, flooding the rampart. 

Rauru, too, extends his hand, and the light is twice as bright, so bright it makes the glittering flecks in the marble shine and the stars almost invisible. For a long moment they are there, two children of the Goddess, making the sky luminous at midnight. She is the first one to curl her hand shut and let the light start to dim, and then he follows her, until it is dark again and her eyes smart. 

“The baby might be…” says Rauru. “Like us both. It’s possible.” 

“I’ve never known anyone else. My mother died when I was very small.” 

“I hope there are some good things about your time here, Lady Zelda.” 

“There are,” says Zelda. “There are good things.” She pauses. “Will your child have a Secret Stone too when she is grown up?”

“One of the seven, yes.”

“Of the eight. Aren’t there eight now?”

“I suppose there are.”

Which means that the hand that held the creature beneath the castle belongs to either Rauru or Mineru. She does not know exactly what the owner of the hand did to be holding that corpse for thousands of years, or what was done to them, but she’s almost certain it wasn’t good. Something will happen to Rauru or Mineru, probably something terrible, and perhaps something that must happen anyway, in spite of it. Which she almost certainly cannot tell anyone about. Especially Sonia and Rauru, the two people she wants most badly to tell, because maybe they will understand what happened and know what to do to keep it— any of it— from happening. Maybe if they can keep the Stone from ever falling into her hands she will wake up with Link in the catacombs, and all of this will be a dream, and everyone will be safe. And maybe if she tells them everything will be much, much worse, which is why she cannot. She spares a glance toward the moonlit desert and misses Urbosa. 

“Yes,” he echoes. “Now there are eight.”

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[rosewaterandivy]

Lies and Luster

a/n: very much a vague drabble.

w.c.: 1k

Once upon a time, when all was young, verdant, and puddle-wonderful, you lived care-free and alone at the edge of the known world.

It was a solitary existence, but one you minded not.

For there was always something that needed doing— empires rising in the east and falling in the west, pilgrims desert-blown and woebegone desperately searching for you—

And then there was the business of striking fear into the hearts of men.

_

There were tales as old as time, ones that spoke of an Endless One.

She had once been a benevolent and kind queen, beloved by her people and enchanting to those from far-flung lands.

Starlight sung in her veins, and from this came her renown.

Her people never knew of want, for her hand provided plenty. Nor did they know of war, for her wise rule provided peace.

Legend goes, one day she took a lover (or maybe, he took her).

A charming man, whose dazzling smile and kind countenance were merely a lacquered veneer that showed the queen and her people what they wanted to see:

A bridegroom, at long last.

_

The Starlight Queen was so taken with her consort, that she failed to notice the cracks in the foundation of her kingdom.

Sickness in winter, floods in the spring, a paltry harvest in summer, and a blight in autumn.

The people cried for her guidance at the palace gates, begged for a glimpse of her face, only to be turned away with a brusque shadowy hand.

For the consort’s gift, was one of an absence of light.

_

Her people, her empire suffered while the consort emptied the crown’s coffers.

The cries at the gates fell by the wayside as people abandoned their homes, mournfully turned their back on this land in search of better things.

The once resplendent glow of the palace, the stars twinkling in the inky sky above, faded with each passing day until only a dull glow remained.

Unbeknownst to the people who claimed to love her, their queen sat shackled to her throne.

Forbidden visitors, save for her consort.

Always alone.

_

While her lover schemed and brought her empire to ruin, the queen bided her time.

She was a clever thing, knew that by playing the long game, she could outwit the man she had demeaned herself into loving.

Her heart, once open and tender, hardened with each passing hour of her solitude.

And by the time her lover was looking onto brighter pastures, it was too late for him.

The chains lay in ruins at the base of the throne, and bloody footprints decorated the worn stone floors leading to the consort’s bedchamber.

They say a servant found her seated placidly on his bed, and she greeted him calmly, all things considered.

It was only when she turned with a smile that the breakfast platter fell to the floor. She tongued her canine briefly, the pink muscle working its way across her white teeth.

Her chin dripping in blood.

_

There were other tales, of course.

Those that spoke of her granting favors on brave pilgrims— blessings of fertility or wealth.

But there were more insidious ones, that claimed she was no better than a wild animal— only worthy of being chained and controlled.

A weapon to behold.

_

On a small farm, far from the Wasteland, a young boy grew into a man.

He had heard the tales of the Starlight Queen, the Endless One and her kingdom of waste and ruin.

He listened to those stories all his life, harboring a secret of his own.

And when he came of age, he left the farm to go on a pilgrimage borne of loneliness and desperation.

He packed his bag and said goodbye to his uncle, making vague promises to return.

The older man advised his nephew to wait until sunrise, better to travel in the day than risk running into trouble at night.

The young man merely smiled with a shake of his head, the dark had never bothered him anyway.

_

East of the farm, on a well-sized estate, a young man found himself at his wit’s end.

His father ranted and raved about responsibility and his duty to his family, to his people.

But it fell on deaf ears.

For his son had already made up his mind.

His bag stowed in the bough of the ash tree on the edge of the estate, his horse at the ready.

His mother simply remained in her room, though her wailing could be heard throughout the manor.

”If you do this, you’re no son of mine!”

The deep resounding bellow from his father echoed in the room.

His son sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with the man, and quickly turned on his heel to leave.

The day was young, not a cloud in sight, as he strode across the fields one last time.

He would ride as long as he could and rest a few hours in the night.

For there are worse things than a mere absence of light.

_

In your kingdom of ruin, a Wasteland by the sea, you slumped upon the throne.

Chains, long rusted and crumbling away, lay in a heap on the floor.

It was a rare thing, for you to be awake and dithering the day away.

That was the thing about being feared and revered, it allowed for far too much time.

If the remnants of your kingdom weren’t turning people away, then it was you at the gates.

Greeting the pilgrims as they fell to their knees in supplication. Frightening the blustering men who believed themselves to be mighty hunters.

As if you were a prize to be won.

But on this day, there were no pilgrims or hunters, just a simple knock on the grand door that gave way easily under a hand.

Leaving the throne room, you spirited yourself away, feet light on the dusty stones of the floor.

By the time the traveler had passed the threshold, you were long gone with a smile on your face.

”Hello?”

The palace shuddered at the sound, and your sigh falls upon not one, but two pairs of ears.

The door behind the travelers slams shut.

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Morning and Evening by Charles Spurgeon

Morning Devotion for September 13th

"Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well, the rain also filleth the pools." — Psalm 84:6

This teaches us that the comfort obtained by a one may often prove serviceable to another; just as wells would be used by the company who came after. We read some book full of consolation, which is like Jonathan's rod, dropping with honey. Ah! we think our brother has been here before us, and digged this well for us as well as for himself. Many a "Night of Weeping," "Midnight Harmonies," an "Eternal Day," "A Crook in the Lot," a "Comfort for Mourners," has been a well digged by a pilgrim for himself, but has proved quite as useful to others. Specially we notice this in the Psalms, such as that beginning, "Why art thou cast down, O my soul?" Travellers have been delighted to see the footprint of man on a barren shore, and we love to see the waymarks of pilgrims while passing through the vale of tears.

The pilgrims dig the well, but, strange enough, it fills from the top instead of the bottom. We use the means, but the blessing does not spring from the means. We dig a well, but heaven fills it with rain. The horse is prepared against the day of battle, but safety is of the Lord. The means are connected with the end, but they do not of themselves produce it. See here the rain fills the pools, so that the wells become useful as reservoirs for the water; labor is not lost, but yet it does not supersede divine help.

Grace may well be compared to rain for its purity, for its refreshing and vivifying influence, for its coming alone from above, and for the sovereignty with which it is given or withheld. May our readers have showers of blessing, and may the wells they have digged be filled with water! Oh, what are means and ordinances without the smile of heaven! They are as clouds without rain, and pools without water. O God of love, open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing!

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Malo - A Scorched Psalter

Uncovered beneath a drift of snow in eastern Coerthas, not far off the frozen shores of the Maidenmere. While much of it has been damaged by fire, it appears to have reached the crushing cold before it was entirely consumed. A turn of the pages reveals beautiful illuminations and carefully-lettered pages charred near to illegibility. No standing structure remains nearby which could have housed such a lovingly-produced booklet. For its quality, it may have been the possession of a knight errant or a clerical official perished in the freeze - but this would not explain the state it is in now.

Of its contents, the office and all miniatures seem to have been completely destroyed. Only a small section of the hymnary remains untouched by fire - including one unfamiliar psalm, “Oh Blessed Lady Crowned with Peace...”

Oh blessed lady crowned with peace / let the pain of your penance rain on me! As you walked unflinching to your earthly end / so I seek that garden which your valour tends.

Near-swallowed by ice, a nearby dodecagonal foundation retains just enough of its tiled embellishment to be identifiable as a baptistery. Shattered, burnt wood littering the floor and parallel scratch marks suggest the presence of benches, perhaps for a catechist to sit and teach their pupils.

Sing of rage, rage, great lady - / the blood of the child is our solemn debt. Forgive our shame, shame great lady - / my sinner’s ichor do I freely let.

Beyond, the footprint of a cloister in the Ishgardian style can be barely defined - it must have represented the central part of this complex, and suffered the worst from fire and wind. A cellar leading down has been frozen shut, and a rank, cold odor wards off investigation.

Just as you bore love ‘twixt the great wyrm’s jaws, / so through fire and steel hold I to ancient law. With the Fury’s passion and no fear of fate, / let me soar like the aevis on your brother’s hate.

Only the narthex of the temple survived mostly intact, with hasty prayers scratched into the stonework by visiting pilgrims. Down the nave, smears of long-frozen blood streak towards the apse, before curving out a nearby door to a ridge overlooking the lake.

Beneath the snow, two score some bodies - charred, bloodied, and still wearing their habits - lie in clean rows, perfectly preserved by the Coerthan cold.

Sing of rage, rage, great lady - / the blood of the child is our solemn debt. Forgive our shame, shame great lady - / my sinner’s ichor do I freely let.

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Seeking Spiritual Essence in Bihar: Where to Explore Pilgrimage and Sacred Sites?

Introduction:

Bihar, a cradle of spirituality, unfolds its divine essence through numerous pilgrimage sites. Embarking on a sacred journey is made seamless with the accessibility of the best outstation taxi services. Join us as we explore the spiritual gems that define Bihar's cultural and religious tapestry.

Exploring Bihar's Sacred Tapestry: A Spiritual Odyssey

Now that your outstation taxi is ready to navigate the sacred landscapes of Bihar, let's deepen our exploration into the heart of spirituality.

1. Mahabodhi Temple: A Sanctum of Enlightenment:

Our spiritual journey begins at the Mahabodhi Temple in Bodh Gaya, where Gautama Buddha attained enlightenment. Book an outstation taxi service near you to embark on this sacred pilgrimage. The serene ambiance and ancient architecture make it a must-visit for seekers of spiritual wisdom. Map My Destination can guide you through the pilgrimage route, ensuring a seamless and enriching experience.

2. Gurdwara Patna Sahib: Sikh Sanctity:

Patna Sahib Gurudwara, the birthplace of Guru Gobind Singh, radiates spiritual significance for the Sikh community. Utilize the best outstation cab service to immerse yourself in the serenity of this sacred site. Map My Destination can assist in planning your route, ensuring a harmonious journey through Sikh sanctity.

3. Vishnupad Temple in Gaya: Divine Footprints:

Vishnupad Temple in Gaya is a revered site where Lord Vishnu is believed to have left his footprints. Hire a cab for outstation travel to experience the divine aura and participate in the rituals performed by pilgrims. Map My Destination can guide you through the pilgrimage trail, ensuring you don't miss the sacred steps.

4. Kesaria Stupa: Buddhist Legacy:

Kesaria Stupa, one of the largest Buddhist stupas in the world, stands as a testament to Bihar's Buddhist legacy. Opt for the best outstation cab service to visit this ancient site that echoes the teachings of Lord Buddha. Map My Destination can help you navigate through the historical landscapes, unveiling the Buddhist heritage of Bihar.

5. Mundeshwari Devi Temple: Ancient Sanctity:

Mundeshwari Devi Temple, believed to be one of the oldest temples in Bihar, holds immense historical and religious significance. Hire a cab for outstation travel to reach this ancient site dedicated to Goddess Shakti. Map My Destination can guide you through the scenic routes leading to the temple, allowing you to absorb the spiritual energy surrounding this sacred abode.

6. Pawapuri: The Jain Pilgrimage:

Pawapuri, known as the place where Lord Mahavira, the founder of Jainism, attained Nirvana, is a significant Jain pilgrimage site. Opt for the best outstation cab service to visit this tranquil town surrounded by lotus-filled ponds. Map My Destination ensures a serene and harmonious journey to this sacred Jain destination.

Why Opt for Outstation Taxi Services?

To explore Bihar's sacred sites hassle-free, outstation cabs near you provide easy access to these spiritual destinations. Choose the best outstation cab service, such as an Innova for outstation travel, for a comfortable journey through Bihar's diverse landscapes. Safety remains a priority with reputable outstation taxi services, allowing you to delve into spiritual wonders without transportation concerns.

Booking Your Spiritual Expedition:

Utilize keywords like "outstation cab booking near me" to find reliable services. Enhance your travel experience by exploring options like "hire innova for outstation" for a spacious and luxurious journey. Plan your route with Map My Destination for an efficient and enjoyable spiritual expedition.

Capturing Spiritual Moments: Documenting the Journey:

Immerse yourself in the spirituality of Bihar's sacred landmarks, capturing the serenity through your lens. Share your experiences on social media using hashtags like #SpiritualBihar or #SacredJourney. Connect with fellow seekers, creating a digital sanctuary of shared spiritual explorations. Map My Destination can be your guide in sharing the sacredness with others.

Innova for Outstation: A Serene Voyage Through Devotion:

Choosing an Innova for outstation travel ensures not just comfort but also a serene touch to your spiritual exploration. The spacious interiors and smooth ride complement the tranquil landscapes, making your journey as peaceful as the sacred sites themselves.

One-Way Outstation Taxi: A Contemplative Sojourn Through Devotion:

With a one-way outstation taxi service, take your time to absorb the spiritual energy of Bihar. Each sacred site unfolds its stories without the constraints of a fixed return schedule, allowing you to relish the significance of every step on your contemplative journey.

Sharing Spiritual Chronicles: Documenting the Odyssey:

Capture the essence of Bihar's sacred pilgrimage sites through your camera lens. Share your experiences on social media using hashtags like #SpiritualOdysseyBihar or #SacredRetreat. Connect with fellow seekers, creating a digital anthology of shared spiritual expeditions. Map My Destination can help you share the sacredness with a wider audience.

Conclusion: A Spiritual Odyssey Through Bihar:

As you traverse Bihar's sacred landscapes, let the spiritual energy guide you through an odyssey of the soul. Your outstation taxi is not just a mode of transport; it's your chariot to witness the unfolding narratives of Bihar's spiritual legacy.

Book your outstation cab and step into the divine essence, where each sacred site beckons with stories of enlightenment, sanctity, and cultural resonance. The spiritual odyssey awaits, promising a journey through the heart of Bihar's enduring legacy!

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The Cave of Veda Vyasa…!! At a distance of 5.5 km from Badrinath Bus Stand, Vyas Cave is an ancient cave located on the banks of Saraswati River at Mana village in the Chamoli district of Uttarakhand. Mana is the last Indian village situated at Indo-China Border. Vyas Gufa is believed to be the place where sage Vyas composed the Mahabharata epic with the help of Lord Ganesha. He also composed 18 Puranas, Brahma Sutras and four Vedas. Maharishi Vyas statue is installed in the caves and worshiped by the pilgrims. A distinct feature of the temple is the roof which resembles the pages from the collection of his holy scripts. There is also an interesting story related to the place that explains the broken tusk of Lord Ganesh. When Vyas was composing Mahabharata, he needed someone to take down his dictation and asked the learned Ganesha for the same. Ganesh agreed but he had a condition - that Vyas would not stop even for a moment or else he would stop writing and leave. Vyas dictating as fast as he could and Ganesh bent down over the script pages. Finally, his reed pen broke. To which, he broke off a part of his tusk to be used as a pen thereon. Ganesha cave is also located in nearby area below the Vyas cave. Near this temple, is a natural rock that rests over the river known as Bhim pul. Further 3 km upward climb from Vyas Gufa is another cave called the Muchukand Gufa. It is associated with the story of Lord Krishna who had tactfully led to the demise of the demon Kaal Yawan here by Sage Muchukand. It is said that the footprints of Lord Krishna can still be seen in the cave. . . . . . #vyas #vedvyas #mana #cave #badrinath #uttarakhand #rohitgpt009 #tourism #mountain #india #indianvillage #mandir #temple (at Vyas Gufa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqHw1bzPglM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Ravinder Kumar Rivravinder: Himachal Pradesh Kangra Priest (Pandit) of Shri Vaishno Devi, Social Media Manager, and SEO Expert

Ravinder Kumar, popularly known as Rivravinder, is a multifaceted personality from Himachal Pradesh, Kangra. Known for his expertise as a priest (pandit) at Shri Vaishno Devi Mandir in Bagga Kuther, Ravinder Kumar has also carved a niche in digital marketing as a seasoned social media manager and SEO expert. His unique blend of traditional and modern expertise makes him a notable figure in the region. 

Life and Background 

Born and raised in the picturesque landscapes of Kangra, Himachal Pradesh, Ravinder Kumar grew up in a culturally rich environment steeped in tradition. From a young age, he was drawn to spiritual practices, which later led him to serve as a priest at the revered Shri Vaishno Devi Mandir. Ravinder commitment to his faith and community has earned him immense respect and admiration. 

However, Ravinder’s journey doesn’t end with his priesthood. His keen interest in technology and digital platforms enabled him to explore modern avenues, blending tradition with innovation. This dual expertise is a rare combination, reflecting his versatile skill set. 

Priesthood at Shri Vaishno Devi Mandir 

As a priest at the Shri Vaishno Devi Mandir in Bagga Kuther, Ravinder Kumar performs religious ceremonies and guides devotees in their spiritual pursuits. The temple is a significant center of faith in the region, attracting pilgrims from across India. 

Ravinder’s role is not limited to performing rituals. He ensures that the temple remains a hub of spiritual and cultural activity. His dedication to preserving the sanctity of the temple while fostering community engagement highlights his leadership in the religious sphere. 

Social Media Journey 

In addition to his priestly duties, Ravinder Kumar has made significant strides in the field of social media management. Recognizing the growing importance of online platforms, he took the initiative to create a robust digital presence for himself and the temple he serves. 

Through platforms like Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube, Ravinder connects with a wider audience, sharing spiritual content, motivational messages, and updates about temple activities. His innovative use of social media has helped him engage with younger generations, bridging the gap between tradition and modernity. 

As a social media manager, Ravinder Kumar has mastered the art of crafting compelling content that resonates with his audience. His ability to analyze trends and develop effective strategies has positioned him as a trusted expert in the field. 

SEO Expertise 

Ravinder Kumar’s expertise extends beyond social media to Search Engine Optimization (SEO). As businesses increasingly shift to digital platforms, SEO has become a critical tool for visibility and growth. Recognizing this potential, Ravinder honed his skills to help local businesses and individuals establish a strong online presence. 

His SEO strategies include keyword optimization, content creation, and website audits, all tailored to improve search engine rankings. With a focus on local SEO, Ravinder assists businesses in Himachal Pradesh, particularly in Kangra, to attract more customers and enhance their digital footprint. 

Notable keywords like "Ravinder Kumar," "Rivravinder," and "Himachal Pradesh SEO expert" are strategically used in his campaigns, ensuring optimal reach and engagement. His work has not only benefited local enterprises but has also earned him recognition as a reliable digital marketing professional. 

Blending Tradition with Technology 

What sets Ravinder Kumar apart is his ability to seamlessly integrate his traditional role as a pandit with his modern expertise in digital marketing. His dual roles exemplify a harmonious balance between spirituality and technology. This unique approach has enabled him to cater to a diverse audience, from devout pilgrims to tech-savvy entrepreneurs. 

By promoting the cultural heritage of Kangra through online platforms, Ravinder has become a cultural ambassador for Himachal Pradesh. His efforts have also contributed to the preservation of local traditions, ensuring they remain relevant in the digital age. 

Impact on the Community 

Ravinder Kumar’s contributions extend beyond his professional roles. As a community leader, he actively participates in social initiatives, promoting education, environmental conservation, and cultural awareness. His work inspires others to embrace both their roots and the opportunities offered by technology. 

Moreover, his success story serves as a testament to the potential of individuals from small towns to make a mark on a global stage. Ravinder’s journey from a temple priest to an SEO expert and social media manager is a source of motivation for many aspiring professionals. 

Future Aspirations 

Looking ahead, Ravinder Kumar aims to expand his reach both as a spiritual guide and a digital marketing specialist. His vision includes leveraging technology to promote spiritual awareness while helping businesses achieve their digital marketing goals. 

Ravinder plans to conduct workshops and training sessions on SEO and social media management, empowering more individuals to harness the power of the internet for personal and professional growth. 

Conclusion 

Ravinder Kumar, or Rivravinder, embodies a unique blend of tradition and modernity. As a respected priest of Shri Vaishno Devi Mandir in Kangra, he remains deeply rooted in his spiritual values. At the same time, his expertise in social media and SEO has positioned him as a modern-day innovator. 

Through his efforts, Ravinder has not only enriched his local community but has also showcased the potential of merging cultural heritage with technological advancements. His story is a shining example of how one can honor tradition while embracing progress, making him a true trailblazer in Himachal Pradesh and beyond.