#open the gates! ~ luminous kingdom start

[five-rivers]

Cultivar

For @feministhotline

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Consider Brassica oleracea, wild cabbage, a single species of plant. Once humans got their hands on it, they bred it into useful and radically different cultivars. Cabbage, kale, collard greens, kai-lan, brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower, to name a few. Not to mention the cousins of the species, which included turnips, bok choy, rapeseed, and mustard.

If people did this for a moderately tasty plant, it was, therefore, foolish to think that there was only one cultivar of blood blossom, a plant that could affect ghosts in such an intimate way.

The blood blossoms ghost hunters had gotten their hands on had been bred to cause ghosts paralyzing agony when in close proximity. A good idea in theory, but short sighted in the long run. Especially when the cultivar was unable to affect half-ghosts in their human forms.

There were more interesting varieties.

The one commonly known as ghost nip, with its lily-like flowers, compelled ghosts to consume their stamens, which both induced a sense of calm and euphoria in the ghost and caused the ghost to begin producing pollen for the flower, which in turn would be spread to other flowers when the ghost moved on, fertilizing them. Those were valued among some ghosts as a recreational drug and reviled among others.

The ­tattoo rose’s microscopic seeds would take root and spread delicate, glowing vines just under a ghost’s skin, feeding off their ectoplasm. When prepared to reproduce, thumbnail-sized red flowers would burst from beneath the ghost’s skin. The process tended to weaken the host, render them lethargic and hungry, but tattoo roses were also beautiful and, somewhat counterintuitively, had a notable stabilizing effect on the ghosts they inhabited. Many weak ghosts, or ghosts on the verge of dissolution, had been saved by the tattoo rose. It was lucky for everyone else, however, that the tattoo rose was not, like its namesake, permanent, but only lasted through three blooming cycles before fading.

Hanahaki was a very niche cultivar, one that subsisted exclusively on the stresses and emotions associated with unrequited or unconfessed love. It grew primarily in the mouths, throats, and lungs of ghosts unfortunate enough to have them. Although ghosts have no need to breathe, those afflicted often lost the ability to speak. It had been bred in one of the Cherry Kingdoms, as a punishment for one of the Empress’s suitors.

Meanwhile, false poppies – named for their effect more than their appearance – made ghosts drowsy. There were stories of ghost falling asleep in beds of false poppy blood blossoms and waking only when their blooming season was over, roots having grown over their still forms. Less potent false poppies could, if one were careful, be harvested for sedatives.

Witch’s clover was another one that had first been used by humans. Ghosts exposed to it became more suggestible, gullible, pliant, and vulnerable to other forms of control, such as hypnosis. A boon for a group of people who gained power from their dealings with ghosts. Of course, some ghosts had use for it as well.

The saltseed varietal had sparked the myth that ghosts were repelled by salt. In truth, the tiny, cubic white seeds of the plant simply absorbed ectoenergy so quickly and so efficiently that ghosts would recoil from it.

Then, on the opposite end of that spectrum, was the wishing rose, which would give any ghost who touched it a massive boost of ectoenergy—all while injecting them with one of its seed pods. Which would eventually explode to spread their seeds. The explosion typically wasn’t fatal to the ghost, but that didn’t mean it was pleasant.

None of this even touched on the hybrids Sam was developing. It was a tricky proposition. It was difficult to tell exactly what any given hybrid would be like, what traits they would pick up, what new traits might arise from the combination. None of the ones she had tried so far had the combination of effects she wanted.

However, she had a much greater ability to experiment than any other ghost or human. Her father’s power combined with her human immunity to most blood blossom effects guaranteed it.

The hybrid she was currently carrying showed promise in early trials. Now, she was taking it to the real test.

She emerged from the great forest that had grown in the ruins of Amity Park and smiled at the sun on her face. Her dress of petals rustled behind her as her father’s vines shifted behind her.

Ahead of her, on a small hill, stood a dome made of blood blossom vines and scavenged ironwork and glass. Concentric rings of blood blossoms, each containing a different mix of cultivars, surrounded it. She checked the health of the plants as she passed, revitalizing the ones that seemed to be wilting with a thought.

When she reached the dome, she gestured, and the vines peeled back, opening a hidden door as they went. It squealed, announcing her presence.

In another life, she might have thought about oiling the hinges. Now, it didn’t even cross her mind as she entered her greenhouse, her miniature garden, which she had constructed for one person and one person alone.

One person who was, aggravatingly, hiding from her. Again.

She rolled her eyes and surveyed her surroundings as the gate shrieked shut behind her.

It was hot and humid in the dome, the air full of luminous clouds of pollen, thick enough that even a person without allergies might have trouble breathing, might feel drowsy. More practically, it prevented the inhabitant from using a certain sound-based weapon.

The blood blossoms were healthy, for the most part. The ones whose vines comprised the main structure of the dome were thick and strong, their hanging blooms full of color. A version of false poppy, they kept the ghost contained within from destroying the dome in partnership with the saltseed planted around its base. Elsewhere in the dome, the more healing varieties were largely untouched. Although, the ghost nip had been destroyed. Again.

(How stubborn. She had planted them with the hope that he would, for once, relax.)

The fruits and vegetables, some ghostly, others largely human, which had been planted to provide more material sustenance for the garden’s inhabitant, appeared to have been cared for and harvested since Sam’s last visit. Good. She didn’t want to deal with a pointless hunger strike.

The spring at the center of the dome burbled merrily.

“Danny,” called Sam. “I have something for you. Won’t you come out? We haven’t talked for so long.”

She could, of course, give him her gift without being anywhere near him, such were the powers her father gave to her, but she really did want to talk to him.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” said Danny, who was hiding in a tree.

“There’s always something to talk about. My offer still stands. It gets boring without you, Danny.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you used everyone else for fertilizer!”

“Well, I can’t exactly take it back,” said Sam. “It was something father decided on.”

Silence.

Danny, scowling, jumped out of the apple tree. He stumbled somewhat on landing. The prolific blood blossoms combined with his sporadic eating habits and the heat had weakened his core. His skin was slick with sweat. Or, perhaps, he had taken a dip in the spring, earlier.

Sam felt a fond smile spread across her lips. It really had been too long.

“What do you want?” asked Danny, leaning against the trunk of the tree. He kept glancing at her but seemed unable to hold her gaze for any length of time.

She walked closer.

“It’s good to see you, Danny. Isn’t it enough for me to want to see a friend?”

“Yes,” said Danny, bluntly. “Why don’t you go see Tucker?”

Sam sighed. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Danny.”

He flinched. “Stop saying my name,” he muttered. “You aren’t her.”

Her smile became more forced. Well. He was back on that, now, was he? No matter.

She flicked her fingers, sending the miniscule seeds she had brought with her to Danny, and waited. Tattoo roses rooted quickly, and so did this hybrid.

She knew the process had started when Danny hissed and started clawing at his skin. She grabbed his hands, stopping him.

“W-what—” he started before Sam shushed him.

This hybrid had a number of useful features, having been developed from tattoo roses, witch’s clover, and false poppy. It was, as was the case with all tattoo roses, impossible to get away from. The mild false poppy effects lowered the ghost’s defenses and provided an analgesic effect that was necessary given the greater size of the cultivar compared to the typical tattoo rose. The contribution of the witch’s clover was pliability, rendering the affected ghost docile and obedient. Finally, as an extra treat, Sam had discovered that the hybrid could last up to ten blooming cycles. Cycles she would use her abilities to draw out for as long as possible.

Danny sunk to his knees, his breathing, already heavy, becoming ragged.

“Hurt-sss,” hissed Danny, shuddering.

Sam cradled his head, noting how feverish he felt, a welcome change from the frigid, hypothermic temperature he’d maintained for the months after Amity Park fell. “Shhh, shhh, it won’t last long.” She traced the slightly raised and vibrantly glowing skin that indicated the presence of a vine. As she did so, she started to feel the leaves unfurl and tiny buds begin to form. “There we are. How does that feel?”

Danny raised his head. His eyes were foggy, unfocused, his pupils blown wide. “Who?” he slurred.

“It’s me, Sam.”

“Hmn, Sam. Id’nfeels’g’d.” He let his head drop back to her lap as small flowers began to force themselves out of the skin of his scalp.

Sam examined the flowers closely, pinching off the ones that seemed ill-formed. She would have to monitor Danny carefully for the next little while, to see how he adapted. He took so much care to cultivate. Truly, a tender, delicate, hothouse flower. But it was worth it.

After all, out of all the plants her father had given her, all the flowers in her garden, blood blossom cultivars included, Danny was surely her most prized.

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Moonlit Lovers - Part 1/2

I would like to gift this silly, little tale to @secondhand-watermelon. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Link said about a shadow falling in love with a person and when Melon threw in the idea of the shadow morphing into Rhett, I was compelled to write this. 

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If you step out the side gate of the Capitol, face the highest peak of the mountains encircling the kingdom and travel as far east as you can, you might happen upon a small village. It might be hard to find, since it’s tucked between a river as wide as seven horses nose to tail and cliff side so steep one would need special equipment to climb it. The village is there, though, to be found should you want to visit. And if you do, you will be welcomed with open arms. 

You’ll be told they barely ever get travelers. They have no riches, nor do they possess any knowledge to share that an average person would deem valuable. They don’t know more about fishing than the folk from the villages along the shore. They grow their crops the same way as every other farmer across the kingdom. Despite the proximity of the mountains, they don’t even have access to valuable ore or ingenious ways to mold it. But what they do have, is stories.

If you find this village, Brittlebell, as it’s called by its dwellers, named after the white, puffy flower that grows on the side of the mountain, you’ll be escorted to a house bigger than the rest. You’ll be seated into a dining room, large enough to fit most of the villagers, and served a delicious meal. After the meal, a man will sit by your side and ask whether you’re there by chance or for the legends. If your answer is the latter, he’ll give you a crooked, pleased smile and pour you a big mug of honey mead. And then he’ll tell you a story. And if you are fortunate enough, he’ll tell you my favorite story. The story of the Moonlit Lovers.

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Many years ago, in a village called Brittlebell, a boy was born to a couple that had wished for a child for years and years. His mother was the school teacher and his father was the village carpenter. They named the baby Lincoln, but his name soon shortened into Link. Link’s father couldn’t wait for Link to grow up and follow in his footsteps, working at the wood shop. Link’s mother couldn’t wait for Link to grow up and marry a nice girl and give his Mama a bunch of grandchildren to fuss over. They loved their boy dearly and he loved them just as much.

Link was like any other child. He spent his days playing in the small patch of woods behind the village or swimming in the river with the other kids. His childhood was happy and full of laughter. But as he grew past the early years, something changed. The other children started to avoid him. It was subtle at first, but by the time he was in his late teens, Link knew that there was something wrong with him. He had no friends, no one to spend his time with or to share his woes. His peers moved around him hesitantly, whispering and pointing when they thought he didn’t see. Link tried to ask them what he’d done wrong to deserve the poor treatment, but all he got was widened eyes and hushed apologies. He even asked his Mama, hoping she could explain the unexplainable, but all his mother did was smile sadly and pet his hair.

When Link turned eighteen, his father took him on as an apprentice. The day had been long-awaited and Link was excited to please his father. Beyond that, his heart’s deepest hope was that if he learned a trade his peers would accept him back into their midst. But it was easier said than done. There was no better man to teach the secrets of woodcarving than Link’s father. He showed Link all of his tips and tricks, told him how to choose the right piece of wood and how to mold it from the inside out rather than from the outside in. He showed his son the most beautiful pieces he’d made and encouraged him to try out all the different techniques in search of the one that suited him the best. 

Link could see the beauty of his father’s work and he wanted nothing more than to make him proud. So, he tried. He tried hard. He used the tools, used his hands, did everything he could, but to his disappointment, the wood wouldn’t cooperate like it did with his father. It wouldn’t reveal itself like it did to his father. Link’s creations were far from beautiful and barely usable. His father patted him on the shoulder after each one and told him that he would learn. Each time, he sounded less and less confident and it became increasingly hard for Link to see the disappointment on his father’s face.

After one particularly disastrous workday—Link had managed to chisel his foot instead of the piece of acacia he had been working on—instead of going home for supper, Link ran to the river. He sat at the riverbank, watching the sun set and the moon rise. The moon was full that night—a silver orb so luminous it almost rivaled the light of day. Teary-eyed, Link stared at the shimmering reflection it cast over the slowly moving water.

At first, he thought it was the wind that brushed a lock of hair from his face. He shivered and tucked his hair behind his ear. But when he felt the touch again, he realized it was too warm for the season. Link turned, expecting to see his Mama or maybe even his father, but all he saw was his own shadow cast onto the sand by the bright moonlight. 

As soon as Link turned back towards the river, confused and frightened, he felt the touch again. This time it was a soft caress across his cheek, wiping away the drying tears of frustration. Startled, Link jumped up and around, his hands tightening into trembling fists.

“Who goes there? What are you playing at?” he croaked, words as shaky as his legs. No one answered. But something wasn’t quite right; something about the empty riverbank made his stomach twist and turn. It took a while for him to realize what it was. 

His shadow was still sitting.

Link stared at it for a beat, blinking a few times, making sure he wasn’t mistaken. He was standing, but the shadow still sat on the riverbank. Link swirled around, eyes on the ground, hoping to see his actual shadow, hoping, for once, that he was being teased, that this was a strange prank concocted by the unkindest of his peers. Unable to find anything, he had to accept that what he was seeing was real. He turned back to look at his disobedient shadow.

“H-hello?” Link stammered, nudging the edge of shadow with his boot. The shadow shivered, its edges blurring and sharpening, but it didn’t get up. Slowly, Link sank back down onto the sand, facing his shadow—or the creature that had taken its place. Because surely this couldn’t be his shadow, surely it was a creature of the night, something from folktales, something sinister and old that had taken the place of his shadow.

“What are you?” Link asked, trying to keep his voice level and brave. The shadow moved, making Link jerk back and yelp. After he regained his composure, he saw that the shadow was now sitting like him, legs crossed, head tilted to the side. Since there was no clear attempt at hurting him, Link settled.

He sat like that for a long time, staring at the apparition before him. It didn’t talk, not with words at least, but Link felt like he could sense its thoughts somehow. Not words exactly, more like its mood, its feelings. And what he felt was undeniably good. With every passing moment, Link became more and more certain that the creature was a friend. As the knowledge solidified in his mind, the shadow seemed to grow darker.  

“Who are you?” Link whispered, his voice filled with curiosity. The shadow lifted its arm and instead of moving across the ground as a normal shadow would, it rose into the air, looking almost like it was made of swirling black smoke. Link’s eyes widened and he sat frozen in place, waiting for another touch—craving it, in fact. 

But just when the shadowy fingers were about to brush over Link’s lips, he heard his Mama calling for him. There was a sudden feeling of air being forcibly pulled from Link’s lungs and he gasped and coughed, trying to catch his breath. When he was able to gather himself, his Mama was walking down the riverbank and his shadow… was just a normal shadow—if not a bit too big for him.

After that night, Link returned to the riverbank every night after work. He sat right where he had, peeking over his shoulder, hoping to see his shadow move on its own, hoping to feel the soft touch on his cheek. But nothing happened. 

Not until Link had almost given up. A month later, he was walking towards the river, weaving between small houses, crossing the narrow main street, bathing in the moonlight when something—someone?—tugged at his shirt sleeve. 

Link stopped and with his heart beating wildly, slowly turned to look behind him. His shadow was painted onto the cobbles of the road, its shoulders broad and its chest wide and hair on its head a mane of wild curls. Link glanced at his own slim waist, lean,and much shorter hair and then looked back at the shadow.

The shadow waved.

Link let out a surprised laugh and immediately slapped a palm over his mouth not to attract attention. He felt the shadow’s soundless laughter fill his chest and tickle at his throat. 

“Hi,” he whispered, glancing around them to make sure they were alone. “I was afraid I’d imagined you.”

The shadow shook its head and pointed. Link frowned, trying to figure out what it was pointing at. The shadow wiggled his finger determinedly and finally, drew a circle with it. Link’s head snapped towards the sky and at the full moon lighting the village below.

“Oh,” he said as the realization hit him. “The full moon? You can only do this when it’s a full moon?”

The shadow nodded and did a small, happy dance, the edges of its long legs undulating against the uneven stones. Link smiled and bit his lip as not to laugh again. He felt elated and somehow, he knew that part of the feeling of pure joy he felt wasn’t his—it was the shadow’s.

“Can you do that thing again? With your hand?” Link asked, thrilled with the possibility.

The shadow nodded and ever so slowly, its arm rose from the road, its faded form made from plumes of black smoke. Awed, Link reached for it. Their fingers intertwined, one hand made of flesh and blood and bone, the other of something otherworldly. Link’s skin buzzed and tingled and his heart darted into an ear-ringing beat. 

A door opened a few houses down and a group of voices started closing in on them. Panicked, Link pulled the shadow up and dragged it along with him, rushing off from the road, hiding behind the closest building. The voices grew louder and eventually passed, but Link’s heart refused to slow down. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, willing himself to calm down.

“Sssssh.”

Link’s eyes flew open. Was that the evening wind, swishing against the shell of his ear? He had to blink a few times, confused about his vision suddenly being blurry. 

“Ssssafe,” a voice whispered into his ear, lodging Link’s heart into his throat. He realized that the blurriness was not a problem with his eyes, it was the shadow, standing in front of him, standing against him, with its mouth hovering right next to Link’s ear.

“You can talk?!” Link cried out and the shadow shushed him again. Link mumbled an apology. 

It was like he was fully enveloped by the shadow, engulfed inside it, in its warmth. Safe. He did feel safe and sound. Link sighed as relief flood through him. He let himself slump against the wall. 

The shadow seemed to be pleased with that. Link felt its approval as a soft hum inside his chest. 

The shadow made a sound, a purr almost, and lifted their hands, still intertwined and pressed its ghostly mouth against Link’s bare wrist. The tender touch sent shivers up Link’s arm that made their way into his belly and settled there, growing warm and squirmy.

Link lifted his free hand and gently touched the shadow’s face. It felt strange—almost solid in some parts but barely corporeal in others. 

“Can you—” Link paused and swallowed hard before continuing. “Can you kiss me?”

He wasn’t sure what had prompted him to ask that. Maybe it was the way the shadow made him feel. Happy and tingly and… not alone.

The shadow ducked down—it’s taller than me, Link noted absentmindedly—and brushed its lips against Link’s. As far as kisses go, it wasn’t much, but to Link, it was everything. His mouth opened into a soft exhale and his knees buckled. Silently, Link thanked the wall behind him, keeping him from falling.  

People never came near enough to touch Link, even in passing. He knew that his mother’s wishes of a nice girl and a litter of grandkids had been buried many years ago. He’d hidden his wishes away too. A wish to be kissed was something he only thought about in the dark of the night, alone in his bed when he imagined that he lived elsewhere. Somewhere where people didn’t balk when they saw him. Somewhere where he was a person someone would want to touch and kiss and love. It all felt like a fool’s dream.

But this thing… This apparition. This whatever-it-was had kissed him just like that. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it was meant to be.

“Bad?” Sadness trickled down Link’s spine and made him feel heavy and murky. His eyes flew wide open and he shook his head vigorously.

“No! Not bad. Good! So good. Very good. The goodest. I mean— I—” The words tumbled out of him in a rush and he had to pause to take a breath. He blushed when he asked quietly: “Again?”

In a flash, the sadness was replaced with bubbling joy and Link laughed and kissed and giggled and kissed and nuzzled and was pressed against the wall and kissed and kissed and kissed. 

And with each kiss, the shadow grew more real, grew more solid in Link’s embrace. It gasped for air like Link did. It moaned when Link’s mouth found its firm neck. Its fingers slipped under Link’s tunic and ghosted over his tented pants. Link could barely function by the time they sank onto the rough ground, tangled with each other. 

The next morning, Link woke up to a light tap on his leg. He jerked up from the ground, looking wildly around himself. The owner of the shop he’d fallen asleep behind was standing a few feet away, poking him with a broom, scowling at him.

Link’s hands reached for his shadow. The pain began even before he realized that he was alone again, that the being was gone, that his shadow had returned back to its normal, lifeless form. 

[automaticstudentgardenworld-blog]

10 of the Most Beautiful Gardens Around the World

For a solid portion of human history, people have been cultivating flora in gardens for both practical and aesthetic use. But we’re not just talking about tiny plots in your backyard where you grow tomatoes. Gardening is an art form, from the Zen-like gardens of the eastern tradition, to perfectly manicured Western sanctuaries. Here, we take a look at 10 of the most beautiful from across the globe.

1. Kenrokuen, Kanazawa, Japan

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In designing their works, Japanese gardeners seek to create an ideal landscape within a particular space. Kenrokuen in Kanazawa is considered to be one of the finest examples of Japanese gardens, built over the course of 200 years starting in the mid-17th century. In fact, it is one of the Three Great Gardens of Japan, along with Korakuen in Okayama and Kairakuen in Mito.

2. Keukenhof, Lisse, Netherlands

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Covering nearly 80 acres, Keukenhof is one of the largest flower gardens in the world. And with all that land comes a lot of bulbs—about 7 million are planted each year for a spectacular spring blossom (the garden is only open between March and May). You’ll find plenty of tulips, which the country is known for.

3. Nong Nooch Tropical Botanical Garden, Pattaya, Thailand

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In 1954 Pisit and Nongnooch Tansacha purchased 600 acres of land on which they planned to build a fruit plantation. But they decided to dedicate the grounds to conservation, and in 1980 they opened their tropical garden to the public.

4. Gardens of Versailles, Versailles, France

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A list of top gardens would not be complete without mentioning the gardens of the Château of Versailles. Covering nearly 2,000 acres, the current landscape was designed by gardener André Le Nôtre, who was commissioned by Louis XIV in 1661. More than 6 million visitors stroll the gardens each year.

5. Kew Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew, United Kingdom

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More than just a scenic greenspace, Kew is an internationally renowned research institution, employing hundreds of scientists and researchers. The gardens are home to more than 40,000 species of plants, as well as dozens of historic buildings, including the Victorian-era Palm House shown here.

6. Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, New York, New York

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It’s not often you find a 52-acre garden in the heart of a major metropolis. But that’s exactly what you’ll find in New York, thanks to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The garden is known for its 200 cherry trees, which take center stage during a month-long blossom festival.

7. Jardin Majorelle, Marrakech, Morocco

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French painter Jacques Marjorelle spent four decades crafting his beloved garden around his villa in Marrakech. Noted for the luminous blue paint on its buildings, gates, pots, and more, the garden was purchased by Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé in 1980.

8. Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden, Cape Town, South Africa

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Established in 1913, the grand Kirstenbosch sits on the slopes of Table Mountain and is dedicated to preserving South African flora. While the garden comprises nearly 90 acres itself, it is part of a 1,300-acre nature reserve.

9. Villa d’Este, Tivoli, Italy

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This 16th-century villa, whose main building is also a marvel, is home to an incredible garden that has 51 fountains. Considering each runs on gravity alone, that’s a pretty impressive feat. The terraced landscape was the inspiration for many European gardens to follow.

10. Summer Palace, Beijing, China

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A combination of historic pavilions, temples, bridges, and a hilly natural landscape, the Summer Palace was deemed a “masterpiece of Chinese landscape garden design” by UNESCO, which designated it a World Heritage Site in 1998.

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@grimastiddies

you wrote this beautiful thing and now it appears to be gone and i am so sad i was just about to reblog it with more insanity

so here have this thing you inspired me to write

cut because this got way longer than i intended okay

Grima waited.

Patience was not his strong suit.  It never had been, and if he were being honest with himself (since when are you ever really honest with yourself?  I’m the one who’s honest with you, and usually you tell me to be quiet) it had only grown worse with the passage of time.  And yet, here he stood in the shadow of the plaza pillars, watching the unspeakably luminous vortex out into the worlds beyond the Askran kingdom.

So what are you waiting for?

“That’s none of your concern,” Grima huffed, crossing his arms more tightly across his chest.  This borrowed body still felt strange, but it served its purposes.

It’s Kiran, isn’t it?

“Did I not just say it wasn’t your concern?”  Why had he thought a human body was a good idea?

They’re later than usual.  What do you think is keeping them?

“Who cares?” Grima snorted – but his head came up as the swirling gates brightened, and he felt the smug self-satisfaction from the presence at the back of his mind.  They stumbled through one by one as he watched, first the commander of the so-called ‘Order of Heroes,’ then the prince and princess of the Askran kingdom, then the princess of the land of ice…

And finally the Summoner, shoving the infernal little device that they so obsessed over into a pocket of their robes.  As they looked up, a smile spread beneath the gilt hood, and Grima quirked an eyebrow, scanning the plaza for what could have so brightened Kiran’s mood so quickly…

“Did I keep you waiting?”

Grima glanced back to find the Summoner standing before him, looking weary but no worse for the wear.  “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Of course not,” Kiran chuckled.  “I have a few things to do, but we can catch up in a bit, okay?”

Grima made a dismissive noise, watching the Summoner retreat further into the plaza, greeting several other Heroes as they went.  And when they slipped into one of the side corridors, the fell dragon made his way quietly through the shadows and followed in Kiran’s steps.

Look how the tables have turned.  Didn’t you accuse Kiran of following you not long ago?

Grima did not rise to the jab.  He knew this route well enough.  The library was just a few doors down.  And true to form, the Summoner opened a familiar door and moved inside, closing it behind them.

Pausing outside, Grima waited several minutes, paying only cursory attention to the flurry of activity at the far end of the hall.  Few people came this way, since the library was off-limits to most.

Are you going in?

Rolling his eyes, Grima turned the handle and opened the door–

In time to see Kiran jump, scrambling to pull their hood down and still the shaking in their hands.  “Oh!  Jeez, you scared me,” the Summoner laughed, their mirth strained by the obvious attempt to downplay what they both knew was the truth.  “Do you need something?”

Grima moved to one of the chairs scattered around the spacious room, pointing firmly to it.  Kiran sighed, rubbing the back of their hood as they complied.  And much to the fell dragon’s own surprise, he patted the Summoner’s shoulder before taking his own seat across from Kiran.  “You’re troubled,” Grima said, pointing out the obvious fact that the Summoner seemed intent on locking away.  “Why?”

Kiran rubbed their hands together.  “It’s.  Hard, sometimes, y’know?  The…there’s this war going on, between Askr and Embla, and now there’s this whole Muspell thing going on, and…there’s people dying, and I’m not sure how to help.  I just want…I don’t want this war, I want there to be peace again…”

Grima snorted, leaning close and lifting Kiran’s chin with the tips of two fingers.  “You say that so often,” he mused.  “World peace, the happiness of others…tell me truly, Summoner: what does your heart most desire?”

He waited, staring into Kiran’s eyes, searching out the weakness, the selfishness, the seed of corruption that he knew lurked in the hearts of every human…

…but the Summoner only offered up a shaky smile.  “I want to find a way to save everyone,” they whispered.  “But I don’t know how to save anyone.  I’m just…I’m only one person, you know?  And even with this…this whole Order of Heroes helping, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough.  …I’m scared a lot, when I stop to think about it.”

Grima frowned, folding his hands as Kiran rubbed their face with the hem of one coat sleeve.  “Humans stand in the way of their own peace.  When will you realize this?”

“…I already know that.”

The fell dragon glanced up as the Summoner tugged their hood down.  “There are…there are people you can’t change.  People you can’t reach.  People…I can’t reach.  But I can’t give up on everybody else.  I’ve gotta try to help as many people as I can, because they don’t deserve this…this horror that a few people want to bring down on them.”

The words stung.  He couldn’t place why.

You know why.

…he did know.  “Why do you speak with me, then?”

Kiran looked up, a puzzled frown on their face.  

And then they smiled, reaching out to pat Grima’s hand.  “You’re not out of reach.”

“You must have heard from the Ylisseans what I’ve done,” the dragon snorted.

“Sure,” the Summoner shrugged.  “But they don’t know you like I do.  I mean…yeah, you’ve done some bad things, but hasn’t everybody at some time?  Yours…were pretty bad, yeah.  But…I still think you can do better.  Be better. You’re not as bad as people think.”

Grima huffed, ignoring the odd feeling warming his chest.  “Then what will you do with those who truly are beyond reach?”

Kiran shook their head.  “I don’t know.  I just…I don’t know, I don’t…”

“I will handle them, then.”

The Summoner stopped, looking across at Grima while the fell dragon met their eye.  “It’s a task I’m well-suited to.  You can continue entertaining your ridiculous fantasies of saving the world, and won’t need to bloody your hands.  That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“…no.”

Grima frowned as the Summoner shook their head.  “No?”

“No.  I don’t want to make you do that.  I can’t shove all the dirty work on you.  That’s not fair, and you deserve better than that.  I’m…I know I can’t save everyone – I know that.  But while I’d be really grateful for the help, if it comes to that…I’m not gonna turn a blind eye on it, just because it’s hard.  Okay?”

The fell dragon sighed, awkwardly patting Kiran’s hand in a clumsy attempt to replicate the Summoner’s own comforting gesture.   “You’re a strange human.”

“Thanks.  I think,” Kiran chuckled.  “…thank you, though.”

“For what?”

“For talking to me.  And for caring how I feel.”

Grima bristled, opening his mouth to protest–

Oh, don’t even start.  You know it’s true.

Closing his eyes, the fell dragon heaved a slow, heavy sigh.  “You’re welcome,” he acceded.  And when Kiran smiled at him, Grima felt the faintest of grins twitch across his face in return.

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Tale 19. Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West (8/10)

Tale 19: Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West (chapter 8.2 - At The Time 8/10) part 4. Stories of Old

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         Seiph was truthful about the difficulty of getting to the Stone Gate. To reach the Stone Gate, made by the warlock Stone Queen Io, they would have to follow her steps. Her well known tale, did not only explained how Io became Stone Queen; But also, how the gate was made, and where it was located. It was a part of Sinonian magic history, of which Seiph was more then glad to share. They would have to ignore the traps of fey, and enchanted dangerous terrain, to in the exact manor Io did years ago. Thus,  Saiph said they must listen carefully to this folk tale, if they wish to survive getting to the gate.

“Some Time ago, I came here in search of a warlock. The emperor, knowing me and my twin brther were mages, asked me to find her, as I seemed more stable. When I inquired for more information about the warlock, he just started rambling. The emperor said he had called for a young lady of each village, to be brought before his son. His original intention was to find a perfect bride for his son, and continue his royal linage.

“My son is grown, and my line needs to be continued; may my people help me find a woman, to stand by him longer after I have gone.” He proclaimed. Thus, each village dutifully brought a daughter; When they arrived, a festival was held in the streets, as they proceeded to the lord’s palace of jade and Carillion. Bronze bells rang, and horns blew. Each potential bride was adorned in the finest silks, beads, and makeup, that their families could provide. The young women were lined before the emperor, next to their fathers. The prince sat watching from his father’s phoenix molded golden throne.

“My daughter is beautiful; she will charm and entertain everyone in your palace for years.” the first father said.

“My daughter is cunning; she will help your son reach greater status” the second father boasted.

“My daughter is witty; she will make your son laugh and smile until the day he dies.” the next father said.

“My daughter is strong; she will bear healthy children, and work hard for your house.” the next father suggested.

“My daughter is kind; she will be loyal, and bring serenity to your house’s rule.” The next father pleaded.

The emperor thought this all over. Their fathers did not lie; each lady had a special talent that would benefit his son in some way. Their robes varied in quality, but they could be given better clothes once wed. Then the emperror reached the final girl, who was not introduced, He told me he was taken aback. Her hair was of blue as steel, instead of black; and her eyes were topaz instead of deep amber. Her clothes ethereally glittered of snow and polished gold. They were not the attire of a proper woman, but authentic fairy robes befitting of a mage housed in the stone kingdom. The lord starred at her father in awe.

“My daughter is a mage; she can make wonderous objects of mythical design, and bring you power. I named her Io after crystal of many colours; and a daughter of the seas. My girl is as wild, strong, fluid, fruitful, and mysterious as the ocean.” The father said. The emperor saw his son’s interest were peaked. She appeared to be everything the other fathers said, but more. The prince was overcome by lust, and the Emperor enticed by glory; To finally have his own court mage. He requested Io be brought back to the palace, the very next day, to be wed. Io’s father was pleased his daughter would be well cared for, in a lordly house; but Io wanted nothing more then to be in the mountains alongside the fey. She wanted to be forging tools like a warlock. Io had no interest in the politics of men. I believe Meriam, you know that feeling well.” Seiph retold. Meriam, felt the last part of the story, a bit of jealousy, sadness, and wrath. Seiph was done yet. This was going to be quite a tale.

“Now is the part where this forest begins to make sense. The next mourning, Io arrived in the red palace. She was bathed, dressed, and decorated for her husband to be. When she arrived in the main hall, to greet the prince, she immediately turned away after bowing. Io fled the palace, flew down the streets, and out the main doors. Enraged, the emperor said sent six of his strongest huntsmen to capture what was almost his courtly mage; and return her to his son. They hotly perused her, as Io dashed through the bamboo forests, rolling mountain hills, waterfalls and rock faces. Arrows were shot, and spells cast. Io withdrew many weapons she made from winter silver, to cast spells of ice, rock and water at her persuers; but the strong warriors evaded her stalling. Io arrived at a dark deep cave opening in the rockface of a steep and tall mountain. In fear, Io dashed into the dark damp hole. It was slippery, and had water dripping and running down the sides. The terrain and size of the crevice slowed her large and intimidating pursuers. Smaller in stature, Io was able to enter the temperate foggy forests of the hidden crescent valley. She then summoned the illusion of a wall of water, right behind her, in hopes of stopping them.

Able to catch her breath, Io wandered quickly along the glowing creeks, and up the central mountain. As she approached a cave. I reckon she noticed beautiful trolls made of various crystals, perched on the cliffs. So many luminous plants and fey, she had only read about in books. Just as I had. When there was daylight, I like to think everything here would sparkle. Submerged in awe, Io briefly forgot the world outside the valley, and walked slowly up the mountain, as the huntsman approached. They were not quickly fooled by whisps, talkative trees, or shadowy illusions. However, soon what was once six warriors, was now only three; and they were being toyed with by trees who did not take kindly to them. Goblins slung rocks, dwarves carved traps, dragons breathed water, and the trees deceived and confused them. They recognized a mage no doubt; the only thing the naughty fey of this forest respect. Thus, Io must have been seen as a friend; the fey left her alone. Had these men been her friends too, perhaps they would have given them peace. I hope the fey here, recognize your five brave men as our friends; don’t you Meriam?” Seiph hinted.

“The next part are the words of Io herself; she came back a few times when I came here. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Io’s presence was felt in the forest, and before entering a large watery crystal cave, she caught a glance of a tall statue of a man. He was made of pale grey marble, draped in the robes of royalty. He had a simple smooth crown, and long straight hair. Io stopped to admire what her presence summoned. Then, the statue blinked, and he turned to stare at her in silence. Io froze as their eyes met. Io was not scared, but intrigued. Then an arrow passed but an inch from her face, causing her to dash into the cave.

The stalagmites, and deep cave pools, glowed from the saliva dripping from the colourful, and adorable, butterfly goblins on the ceiling; clinging to crystalized cave ceiling. The top looked like it was made of neon butterflies and stars. But Io knew these small fey well, their spit was tainting the water, causing it to glow and sting. Io, now desperate and enraged, hoped her pursuers would slip in. At the end of the cave, was a crevice leading to light; the stones arranged like a steep staircase before her, with water trickling down them. Beside it, was the marble man again. He led Io safely up the inner mountains cliffs that were carved by small waterfalls and creeks. But then, she was distracted by the large peppered roc, and slipped down the water carved walls.

Io had fallen into a small crevice, under a water fall, just out of reach of the huntsman. She was cold, tiered, hungry, wet, and scared. There was no way out. After five days, the men gave up and left; however, the emperor said none of them returned, due to the mischief of the fey. He was too scared of this cursed magic forest to expend anymore precious soldiers. The tales of the locals were so tall, the Emperor knew he would need a mage to get anywhere near Io. Me and my twin brother, were not full grown at the time. That bustard is more patient then then an oak. Our parents defended us from many attempts at grooming by that nasty man. But I digress” Seiph groaned.

“Each day, at nightfall, the marble kingly man would come to Io, and offer her roots and potatoes; which provided little substance, and thus she wasted.

“Who are you? You are like a living statue. I have never heard about a fey like you.” Io said listlessly.

“I am the mountain, in the center of the shadow veil; where magic bleeds into your world. I am the father of trolls, dwarves, goblins, giants, and gnomes. I, am the Stone King. I come here to check on my beloved children, who are poorly behaved, and trapped in this valley. My children are homely, and dim, if not good at games and enjoy the fruits of the earth. They have no way of returning to my side in the shadow veil, as there is no gate. But now, I also come to see you; for I have never seen a human like you before. I have never seen a mage born to a magic house of my kingdom. You are like a living crystal. What is your name?” the stone king said kindly.

“My name is Io Blugimm. I am a warlock… I can make things that are magic. This stone is soft, and I know how to make a gate to the shadow veil; for your children to come home. I can transmute the tools to carve it from the rock; but it will take time. I fear I will not live to get out of this rock trap, I would love to make one last thing. You are sweeter than any man I have met, thus I would love to help you. Your children have been the kindest in this valley; As have you.” Io said.

For two lunar cycles, Io had carved day and night, with magic and tool, until she had made a gate. It was made of crystal from the walls, and shimmered like moonlight. To open it, Io went dark upon it; and as magic moved through her, the veil thinned upon the platform of the gate. Io was so frail, this caused her to fall. Yet, not to the ground, but into the arms of the Stone King.

“Thank you,” he said sweetly; holding her to his chest. Even though he was made of rock, he felt soft and warm like a real person. A terrifying mountain, but also comforting and kind.

“I Love you so, Io; I wish I could marry you. To gaze upon you, and your work, is like being dazzled by the facets of a crisp cut gem. The love you have for my children, is warming and surprising. Do not die, this forest needs a mage.” The Stone King sobbed, rocking Io. She felt the same; no lord or prince outside this valley would truly love her. Io chose to wed magic itself, instead; at least it loved her. In the moment, Io pulled herself up and kissed The Stone King. She Requited his infatuation, and she transformed into crystal; including her white and gold robes. Io was now made of a stone that shifted gold, blue, and violet; depending on the angle. She felt a wave of pain shiver through her as she became enfayed with the Stone Kingdom’s magic. She felt cured and healed by his love.

“Before I go with you, I want to curse this forest with darkness, and hide it in fog. The only entrance will be the hole in the wall of the mountains. All the children will be safe, and all the humans safe from the tyranny of the less adjusted fey. Or even mages safe from the tyranny of this land’s dynasty. This place saved me, and I want to return the favour; it will be detrimental for those of ill will. But those who see the beauty, magic and love here, will be safe and guided by its lights; Unafraid of it’s darkness. For I will protect this place with a charm of love.” Io said.

The Stone King carried her to the peak, overlooking the crescent valley. Were the dragon made the springs and waterfalls. From there, Io charmed the forest.  Now Stone Queen, the magic of the Stone Kingdom was enhancing her abilities; it took but only one poem to hide and protect this magic forest. Io was now an eternal Queen, able to conjure a tenth of all magic. Now Queen Io lives happily, with her new family; leaving no record or trace. Meriam, are you ok?” Seiph asked. Meriam remembered her daughter Odette, who also longed for a Beast King; it weighed on her. Meriam shrugged. The sooner Seiph finished the story, the soon she could navigate the forest and return to her daughter embrace. It had been months of travel.

“Io didn’t look back, as she went into the shadow veil, through her Stone Gate. But if she had, she would have seen how much more enchanting the forest of lost children was. How the willow whisps glowed, and shadow fey blended in. The juicy neon glow of the tree children now visible, lighting the forest as vibrant lamps; like everyday was a festival. The forest’s spiced water glowing and flowing in the creeks, nourishing the fey. The magic here, it does not know malice, or understand the day veil and humans. The Stone Gate is a sanctuary.” Seiph smiled. Meriam, her knights and Seiph took a moment to look around and see that beauty. This forest was one of the most dangerous places in all of Ealden Cynedom; and it was radiant.

“Anyway, when I arrived here to look for Io, I was just barely a man; I was happy to find out this tale is true. There, as someone who respects mage, I told the emperor, that his son could not have Io for his courts. Io and her heart is now beside another far more kingly man, then the prince of Sinonia. I am currently the only mage who can withstand this forest. So, I tend it. If you lust for magic’s favor, I warn you that it does not react kindly to those of ill intent. The love that led you to decide to face it, is what will make you strong enough, and warm enough, to reach the gate untouched. Maybe even go through it into the shadow veil, valiant knights. Perhaps even Io herself will be there.” Seiph smiled.

Having followed the directions and advice of Seiphs tale, They arrived before the glowing crystal gate. The men took their Queen’s hands, and walked into the shadow veil. Ready to go home, and trusting their queen, magic, and themselves. Though they did not go far, and got consumed by magic from the overwhelming qualities of the shadow veil, Io and the Stone King were there. They aided Meriam in taking her guards to the Raven Gate; and Io, as a beast queen, gave each of them the motherly kiss of healing love. This was how the kingdoms of fey treated commoners who stray into their ethereal home; with respect and equality. Just as they want their fey children to be treated, when they go into the day veil. As Meriam was about to go through the gate, she dropped the hourglass charm she used to control time. She bent down to grab it, and stood up facing the woods of the raven kingdom. Meriam saw a woman who looked like her, but white from head to toe in glittering raven kingdom robes.

Odette had requited the love of the raven king while Meriam had gone. Her daughter would not embrace her when Meriam came home. The mother and daughter now stood face to face, not recognizing each other; As Odette’s enfeymant, and residence in the shadow veil, slowly remover her memories and perception of time. Meriam accepted Odette’s choice, and held back her judgment, and grief. Odette would live long and well in the protection and love of a great king after all. Meriam thought that should have comforted her, yet it only made Meriam sadder.

Later that evening, Meriam lay in bed next to her husband, crying. He did not say anything, but only held her hand. He didn’t know how to comfort her, and was equally distressed that their daughter had gone missing. Meriam was tiered of losing people. Overcome with anger from regrets, for not warning or protecting her friends. Whether missing meeting dates, withholding information, getting absorbed in missions, or staying quiet. Meriam was fundamentally unable to let go of having her choices in life, and ignorant bliss, ripped from her so young. Magic was but a tool and distraction, that never satisfied her as a person. Meriam wanted to be that free, oblivious, innocent, nobleman’s daughter; playing in the fields of Francia. She wanted what Odette and Io found freely. Meriam could so easily use magic to turn back the clock, and manipulate the outcomes; but couldn’t. Even if it wasn’t perfect, there were things she wanted to keep in her life, that she wouldn’t have if not for the tragedies she witnessed. Even if Meriam didn’t choose it, she loved her friends, daughter, nephew, knights, and husband. If only choosing to embrace that, was as easy as embracing all matters of magic.

Meriam cried with her husband and nephew for days. Io, Asada, and Odette, had all managed to tear Meriam’s stiffened heart apart. Meriam could not hold back the grief she felt for losses so great, that not even her power could resolve. It wasn’t just friendship and a daughter. Meriam at long last, cried for herself.

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Todomomo Fairy AU Part 2 ~

Here is Part 1

Again, be prepared for long post after the ‘keep reading’ XD ty for the great feedback from part 1 and thanks to @littleroundpumpkin for the Fairy Au art! 

Here’s the link to that masterpiece by pumpkin :)

-Uraraka Ochako is one of the best mages in the Kingdom of Fire that specializes in herbology and would often step foot into the world of medicology as well. But when the resident medic sees the Prince stumbling in her makeshift recovery tent, a fairy in his trembling arms, the muscle in his neck tense from anger, Uraraka stays silent and forgets the excitement that came from meeting a fairy for the first time. Knight Iida and Midoriya are there but quickly gets on their feet when the Prince calls on them.

-”Iida, Midoriya, my father is down for now, weakened. Hurry, go and restrain him.” The knights appear hopeful for a second but they see the mysterious girl as pale as moonlight shriveled in the Prince’s arms, and the Prince’s bloodshot eyes, and decide to leave with only a bow. They wonder what has happened to the fairy that had arrived to the Prince’s aide earlier but does not question.

-Todoroki eases Momo onto the nearest stool and keeps his arm wrapped around her back and Uraraka immediately tends to her. Momo’s groaning in pain, the temporary cloth that Todoroki ripped from his sleeve and placed on her wound drowns in blood.

-Uraraka grabs one of the many colourful potions in her cupboard and feeds it to Momo. The bleeding stops.

-”Prince, I’m afraid I cannot do much other than sustain her in this condition…the potion may last an hour at most…after all she is a fairy….what I know is limited to humans only.” Uraraka hears Todoroki curse under his breath and he bends down on his knees when Momo raises a shaky hand to touch Todoroki’s cheek. Momo pushes away his red bangs and traces a limp finger around his scar and he closes his eyes.

-”Why did you have to save me?” “Because…you’ll be a great ruler…of this land one day.” 

-Todo slams a fist on the floor. There has to be a way to save her and he isn’t going to give up. 

-”The Fairy Queen.” His voice got louder. “I’ll take you back to where you’re from and ask for the Queen’s help. She’ll know what to do, wouldn’t she?!” 

-Momo takes a deep breath and nods. “Maybe…but….you wouldn’t be able to enter the Fairy lands, it’s a rule….and to go to my realm,” she coughs, “will take an immense amount of fairy magic to open the portal ……and I don’t have much magic left.” 

-Momo’s words end more like a whisper. Her wings are transparent now, only a faint outline left behind her and Todo touches them one last time before carrying her with him on his horse

-”Prince, where are you taking her?” Uraraka asks, holding her pointy hat as she runs out and Todoroki answers, “the poppy field in the forest. Some of her magic should still be there.”

-When they get there, Todo sees nothing left on the field, everything either died or disintegrated into ash, except for a small patch of drooping poppies and he lays her down carefully, wishing he knew what else to do (Momo cultivated the plants with her magic when she first arrived to the human world so now that her magic is dwindling, the plants can no longer survive

-Momo reaches for a flower and smiles feebly. Todoroki watches when she chants the magic words to open the gates to her world: “Take me to where the queen gives us life….the snow-hued maidens…the white-robed knights…the land of never-ending sunrise…take me to where the queen gives us life.” 

- Todoroki feels an intense surge of magic fill the air, but just as she finishes the chant, all of the remaining poppies wilt.

-”its not enough to open the portal, as I suspected…” Momo tries to joke and uses the last ounce of energy to rest her head against his chest, “Thanks for relieving me of my curse, I won’t forget you… so don’t forget me too.” Todoroki grabs her tighter as if that’s the only way he knows that she’s still tangible.  She feels the fatigue overtake her body; the last attempt at opening the gates drained her reserve and when Todoroki pulls her tighter against him, she feels nothing. 

-”your wings….no…please…” Todoroki tries to shake her awake but she’s unconscious, body cold but her expression says otherwise as if she was off to a deep sleep. The wings are fading bit by bit, the outer corners of her once-luminous wings turning into dust particles and floating away in the air. The slight draft of wind carries them away and Todoroki feels it through his fingers as he reaches for the golden dust.

-He knows he’s grasping at straws but he heats up his left side and continues to warm her body as much as he could and he begins to mumble in faint memory the chant that Momo just did over and over again, but nothing happens, instead, the sky looks even darker.

-And for a brief moment, the thought of his loving mother crosses his mind. Mother help me. Suddenly, the scar on his face burns and glows a bright silver. Todoroki doesn’t understand what’s happening but like dye diffusing in still water, yellow gates appear out of thin air and opens in front of him. It was blinding and he sees nothing on the other side, but his heart beats fast and with resolve, he takes Momo with him into the portal. 

-They’re inside some sort of palace; every where is adorned with white roses and vines and velvet; he sees a lone woman with wings elegantly spanning across her back and knows right away that it is the Fairy Queen before him.

-The Queen has long curly brown hair and is wearing an elaborate violet gown; she sits poised on her throne. She lifts her head at the intrusion and is beyond shocked when she sees Todoroki there in his bloody robe. “A human?! How…? How did you enter our land?!”

-Her eyes travel down to the girl in Todoroki’s embrace and for a brief moment, the Queen could feel fairy magic from the boy.

-”Save her please,” he pleads. Todoroki had never felt so helpless and the Queen frowns. “I warned her about the human world. I told her that humans were not to be trusted! She knew the risks. This is her punishment and fate!” 

- Todo’s icy glare sends a shiver down her spine but she holds firm and he spats, “If it weren’t for the curse that you cast upon her, she wouldn’t have ended up like this! You forced her to leave her home! This is all because of you!”

-”How dare you talk to the Fairy Queen like this, filthy human?! Or is this because of you and your human woes ? With all your war and suffering? Who is it truly to blame?!” Todoroki hears that and feels like she had slapped him across the face. Out of pure rage, he summons a rapid wave of sharp ice her way and with a flick of her hand the ice reduce to pieces.

-This is when the Queen truly takes a good look at Todoroki and notices his scar. She’s appalled and she ossifies in place, “You’re…you’re the child of Miyuki…” Todoroki has no idea what she’s talking about but the Queen swallows hard and asks him “what makes Momo so special. Why do you want to save her?”

- It took a little while for him to realize that the true name of the girl he’s cradling is ‘Momo’ and he looks at her, smoothing the hair out of her face, cold sweat on her forehead. The Queen waits. He couldn’t answer.

-She sighs. ”The only way to save a fairy is to sacrifice a life.” She looks at him like he should understand what she meant and he does. He nods and accepts the conditions. Todo lays Momo’s head on his lap as he kneels down. The Queen floats over, her magic staff transforms into a dagger and she hands it to him. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

-Todoroki kisses Momo on the forehead and closes his eyes. He pulls the dagger away from him and then with a deep breath, he thrusts it towards his abdomen though all he felt was his own fist against his stomach, the weapon no longer in his possession. The Queen shakes her head and hovers her hand on Momo’s head, fairy magic escaping her lips and just as easy as it sounds, Momo’s face colours again and Todo can see her pupils shifting from behind her delicate eyelashes. He is so relieved all he could do is cup her face with his palms and seal her lips with his own. Momo is stunned at the kiss and when Todoroki releases her, she sees the Fairy Queen beside them and her jaw slacks.

-”Child of Miyuki, you were ready to die for her. Love is something I’ll never understand.” Momo shifts her gaze to Todoroki, slowly registering what the Queen meant, and she notices his mouth purse, eyes determined. “For Momo, I’ll do anything.” The Queen looks at him one last time. “I know. You’re too much like my sister. When I saw the ice and that scar, I knew you were the son of Miyuki.” Todoroki touches the right side of his face and murmurs “my mother is….?”

-The Queen then tells him that his mother, Miyuki, is her sister and the fairy of ice. She’s the only fairy able to control ice and she was adventurous; despite the Queen’s warnings, fell in love with Endeavor, who at the time was the Prince of the Kingdom, and was tricked into being used for her power. Endeavor had wanted to create a strong lineage of fighters in his family and so he lured Todoroki’s mother in and held her captive after the beginning years of his reign. The Fairy Queen was not able to save her as her sister had abandoned the laws of the Fairy World though everyday she still kept her sister in her thoughts. 

-”But I don’t remember my mother…having wings.” “That’s because Miyuki was drained of her energy, and if I’m correct, she sealed some of her fairy magic in that scar of yours.” “My mother…was punished for leaving this on my face. My father had thought she had turned crazy, guards started rumors that she was a witch, but it was….” The Queen finishes his thoughts for him, “all for leaving her magic with you. Knowing my sister, all she would have ever wanted, was to protect you.”

-Todoroki’s speechless and when the Queen opens the portal again for him, she gestures for Momo to stay. 

-Momo squeezes his hand, “Go finish what you started, Prince.” Todoroki knows that she’s too weak to go back to the human world, but a small smile tugs at his lips, glad that Momo’s hands felt warm again, “Yeah. For my mother.” Momo’s gaze perhaps lingers too long and right before he vanishes through the gates he once entered from, he says to her, “I’ll be back to get you.” 

[mi6013aleksandercortes]

Final Draft

The Crimson Stained Lotus

Written by: Aleksander Cortes

5 January 2019

INT. DESTROYED NOIR CASTLE - 16 YEARS AGO - NIGHT

Everything is red. Giant black feathers are littered all over. The young prince sees his slain parents. A swan lady stands before him. A dark aura surrounds him.

INT. UNDERGROUND ROOM - PRESENT DAY - DAY

DEARG wakes up sweating and panting. His attention diverts to the commotion on the upper ground.

EXT. NOIR TOWN SQUARE - DAY

Escaping Noir birds were shot down by Blanc Soldiers. A fight breaks out between Noir rebels and the soldiers. Reinforcement arrives and the rebels retreat. DEARG watches the events from a dark alley and disappears in shadows.

INT. UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE HQ - DAY

The rebels are in an uproar, voicing their discontentment of the Blanc occupation. DEARG’s glowing red eyes appear in the darkness. The birds tone down. One of them steps forward.

RESISTANCE MEMBER Well, if it isn’t the Undead King!

CAMIO Hey! Watch it!

RESISTANCE MEMBER Why?! Isn’t it his line’s fault that we’re in this mess? Had your father chosen not to spare and let that luminous child escape!

DEARG And what of your actions? You have cost us two of our own! We can’t afford to move against them if you keep drawing their attention on us.

CAMIO makes eye contact with the King. They both nod.

CAMIO The Harvest Moon is almost upon us and will coincide with Swan Lake’s barrier shutting down. With the moon’s advantage, we strike. We must prepare 'til then...

The members’ spirits lift up as they proceed to preparations.

EXT. NOIR CASTLE RUINS - NIGHT

DEARG visits his former home with BRAN. CAMIO rushes in.

CAMIO Your highness! The barrier... It has begun opening!

DEARG What?! Assemble a squad, we leave at dawn. We’ll figure out a way to keep the barrier open. Camio, stay here and proceed with the plan.

INT. BRAN’S HOUSE - NIGHT

DEARG spends his last night with his adoptive family. After supper, BRAN approaches his brother.

BRAN You don’t have to do this... We’ll be fine if we play by their rules.

DEARG No, that woman needs to pay. She took everything and she won’t take any more! We’ll be free... soon.

BRAN Well, you’re stupid if you think I’m not coming with you.

BRAN sits beside DEARG and pats his back.

EXT. NOIR SEWER GATE - DAWN

DEARG, BRAN, and eight members silently move toward the gate. BRAN uses his magic to create a thick ink-like smoke. DEARG swiftly goes in for the kill and they escape out of Noir.

BRAN What would you do without me.

DEARG rolls his eyes, but seems relieved. BRAN inspects DEARG and is also relieved.

EXT. BLANC EMPIRE - AFTERNOON

They reach Blanc Empire after a day of flying. They move in the shadows of the city and successfully infiltrates Swan Lake. The barrier closes.

EXT. SWAN LAKE - EVENING

BRAN is tasked to destroy the barrier and DEARG leads the rest of the team toward the temple at the center.

INT. LAKE TEMPLE - NIGHT

The harvest moon begins. The squad splits up to battle the Empress’ Nine Valkyries and isolate empress. DEARG goes into the sanctum to meet the Empress sitting on her throne.

NIMUE The harvest moon... predictable. Oh, Raven King, are you still at death’s door?

DEARG Enough! I’ll be sure to have death welcome you as well.

DEARG hacks at the Empress with his feather blades. She effortlessly defends with her shield.

NIMUE Mysterious isn’t it? The eyes that see death, and yet, you live still.Are you not content with the life I’ve spared? I regret the loss of your parents, but they attacked us, claiming we brought death with us.

NIMUE knocks back the King. He strikes again, but gets parried. He repeatedly attacks.

NIMUE Noirs do not see death, but the threat of it. YOU'VE been dead since, because they'd turn on you if they find out about you. Lumi...

DEARG SILENCE! You will not sway me!

DEARG is riled up and blindly swings blades at his opponent. NIMUE starts struggling to defend and begins to counter.

NIMUE Pathetic! You were supposed to be MY hope! LUMINOUS CHILD!

EXT. SWAN LAKE - MIDNIGHT

BRAN destroys the barrier. He sees the Resistance marching at a distance. He runs for the temple worried about DEARG.

INT. LAKE TEMPLE - MIDNIGHT

BRAN finds squad members defeated. He panics and rushes into the sanctum. He sees black blades of feathers everywhere. DEARG is going berserk with his white feathers being exposed. He notices the injured Valkyries circling from above.

The two rulers are evenly matched, but DEARG is slowly gaining the upper hand. The Valkyries are in position to attack. BRAN rushes in to protect DEARG from the ambush. DEARG notices the Valkyries and jumps back from the Empress.

Recognising his movement, NIMUE casts a magic barrier to trap the King with her, pushing everyone else out. DEARG launches an omni-directional attack. The Temple erupts with giant feather blades forming a crown of white bloodied feathers.

EXT. BLANC EMPIRE - LATE NIGHT

The battle between the nations come to a pause with the eruption. The Noirs look horrified, recognising the formation of white feathers surrounded by the miasma of death.

INT. LAKE TEMPLE - LATE NIGHT

The dust smoke clears, revealing the King impaled by the Empress’ lance and the Empress impaled by multiple feathers. NIMUE’s barrier is completely shattered. The Valkyries live but some are bleeding some are knocked out.

DEARG’s eyes open widely, staring at an injured BRAN. DEARG comes to his senses. The two rulers collapse. BRAN runs to DEARG, while one of the Valkyries, runs to her Empress. BRAN tries to heal the mortally wounded King.

BRAN DEARG! It's OK, We can fix you.

DEARG BRAN! I almost got you killed. I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I'm sorry... It's over now.

BRAN No! Don’t leave me, you still have us. Mom, Dad, everyone...

The Valkyrie lifts the Empress.

HILDA Your Highness, let’s use the lake’s miracle.

NIMUE No, HILDA, my rule has to end. The Luminous Child has ended the Kingdoms. Bring him to the lake. He'll aid you in the days to come. Noble crow, I promise your brother is safe. This is my most trusted servant, HILDA. I leave the peace between our nations to both of you.

HILDA and BRAN carry DEARG to the lake. NIMUE watches them leave the sanctum and accepts her fate with a smile.

EXT. OUTSIDE OF SWAN LAKE - EARLY MORNING

BRAN & HILDA (loudly shouting) Avians of Blanc and Noir! Halt! Your Empress and King have both fallen! There need not be more bloodshed! All who continue will be treated as enemies of peace.

Eight Valkyries spread out in the battlefield to disarm and arrest offenders. BRAN and HILDA face each other grimly.

HILDA We have a lot of work to do, come.

BRAN looks at the sun rising and whispers.

BRAN Come visit often, stupid bird.

He follows HILDA.

THE END 

[ecotone99]

God Died

I, was never a religious man, did not attend church and I rarely donated to these communities a little of my minimum wage, however, it seems that my lack of faith left me here alone without my son...As was expected in the bible , hear the "holy war" in which several religions comment so desperately every day since 2236 started, the last pope had a vision that that year, the Devil would rise over his earthly kingdom and thus dominate him for 100 centuries as predicted in the book of apocalypse. I never believed it, everything was normal, blue skies and polluted winds from the big city, nothing unusual, until one day something really caused astonishment in half of the religious population on the planet.

On any given day, I woke up at 4:50 am that night, two hours ahead of my normal time, I tried to go back to sleep, however I couldn't sleep, damn insomnia..this was a real curse of the human being, so how I couldn't sleep, I went down slowly to the living room, my son was in the living room awake

Me -Hey! Henry, you should be in bed..

Without an answer, he was glazed on the hat, even though he couldn't see what was going on, I figured it was some cartoon that was playing on the Cartoon network, I went to the kitchen and put a coffee in the cup that was written on it, "Best dad in the world" , it was the first father's day gift that my son gave me, and I was always with him since ... my wife's unfortunate death, that unfortunate bitch, died when he was only 6 years old, at least in his death , we had an inheritance of R $ 150,000.00, but I prefer not to comment on that now ... I go to the living room and Henry was still glazed with a look at the television, he seemed curious

Henry -Dad.. Me -Say son Henry -Does God really exist...? Me -Hell..I think it depends on your faith, why is that, son?

I said walking with the cup of coffee in my hands, until I looked at the television found leaning against the wall on the side of the entrance, there it said "God Died" between the interference squeaks, God died?

Me -Hahaha, don't worry son, he's just a guy who must have hacked the TV signal and put it to scare people who really believe in these things

So, I noticed something ... the curtains were closed, so I could to have total vision of what happened, the sunlight appeared and its fast, as if someone was turning on or off the light in a room

Me -But what the fuck is that ?!

I went to the window and opened the curtains, the first scene I had was people falling from the buildings with their heads straight on the asphalt, however, these people ... they ... got up ... how ?! I was shaking with fear, I run to my son who was still sitting on the couch, he was shaking with fear

Henry -D-Dad ... I'm scared .. Me -Calm son, don't worry, even if the Devil himself comes to get you, I won't let you

We were both hugging on the couch, while screams were heard outside the windows, with Henry's help I managed to set up barricades on most doors and windows..we stayed together in the room myself, I never believed in God, however seeing the situation outside, I could believe in the devil..I went to the bathroom and, still in the bathroom, I heard he was talking to someone, he goes out desperate, until he can see..a angel? did he come for us? I didn't get it right, I spent a few seconds thinking about the luminous figure with wings that was in front of me, was it a demon? Or was it really an angel? Regardless of what it was, I knew I couldn't fight it, I got a little closer to the two

Me -Finally..godly help .. Henry -Dad ...

I was still kind of desperate, but I felt relief and hope at least once that day

Me -Come on, we have no time to waste, these demons are coming to get us!

I approach the angel to hold his hand like Henry, however, before I could touch him, I feel my blood boil and then I fall to the floor, I sweat and gasped for breath, I felt that my body was sucked to the floor

Me -W-What ..? W-Why ..?

The angel looked at me with contempt and pity

Angel -You are not welcome in heaven! Me -B-but..why ..? Just because I didn't ... believe in your "Father" and "Creator"? So, I have a novelty, Henry too.... Angel -Shut up, your little shit

The same now looks at me, with an angry and disgusted look

Angel -It is not just because you are a man without faith, but because you are a scrotum man! Me -A-as you said, you son of a bitch ..?!

I felt my body even heavier

Angel -Only pure people, last standing next to me, people like you, are like the chaff among the healthiest wheat. You are a drunk and a drug addict, it impresses me that you have not used your heroine until now, you beat up your son and wife because of that, and on top of that, you had the courage to murder your own wife, just to get your life insurance money to spend more and more on drinks and drugs. The angels are gathering to save the believers and children who survive, so all of these will be taken to be safe, the sky will be sealed and locked so that the Devil just stays in this land of sinners, and guess what, you are one of them!

He looks at Henry and smiles kindly at him, it was like I wasn't there

Angel -Come on my sibling..your mother is waiting for you there

The angel and my son started to disappear before an extreme light coming out of their bodies

Henry -Goodbye father...

They disappear and I finally manage to get up off the floor, my body was sore and a little stunned by the sudden change in pressure, I could hear the sound of people knocking on my doors and windows, damn the devil… damn God ..

I am still locked in the room, hidden inside a secret loft found inside the room itself. I know that I will become a demon just like the others and that I will be tortured for eternity..or for 100 centuries, as you prefer..humans will suffer, will be raped, skinned and buried alive, and the worst thing is, I can't take your own life, because now, hell is the earthly world itself...but...I will meet the devil personally and try to talk to him, maybe a chat from demon to demon is a great opportunity to plan an attack plan against the gates of heaven..I know that hell managed to win this time, I will have my revenge against my son and my wife, who left me to rot in that hell on earth, after all..God is dead..and whoever killed him was your own son.."Jesus"

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[firewarrior117]

The Witch and the Tambourine, Part 4

Part 4 of the Caravaneer’s journey across Vitaria. There travels have taken them to the lands of Despoire, where Fiona, Vayle, and Akimoto are known to be quite infamous amongst the supporters of the Republic’s Severus Braxton. They continue there performances with the Luminous Stars Caravan troupe, unaware of the dangers that might shortly follow them.

(Castle Dragon-claw, Severus’s quarters)

Severus: *Drinking Tea* Hm...This day has been quite relaxing. Not a stressful moment in the kingdom this day...

Wyrmkin maid: More tea, M’lord?

Severus: Yes! poor it in! *Smirks as the maid poors the tea in his cup* Aaaaah...Hm...A decent cup...though it could be better...

*The Guards from the red market come charging into the room!*

Republic Soldier: LORD SEVERUS!!! *Pant*...*Pant*...Lor-...Lord Severus!

Severus: Uuugh! Dammit! What have I told you fools about bothering me? Can’t you see I am busy?!

Republic Soldier2: *Pant*...*Pant*...*Phew!*...*Despoire Salute!*...Lord Severus! Akimoto Infernus and two of his companions have been sighted in the Red market!

Severus: *!* Akimoto Infernus?! Uuugh...So much for a relaxing day...That fool has some nerve traveling into our borders! What was he doing? Who were the companions?

Republic Soldier: It was the Seeress and the White Witch, my lord! They were traveling with a band of Caravaneers last we saw...

Republic Soldier2: They just left the Red market and are currently heading down to the path near the capital!

Severus: Near the Capital?! Caravaneers aren’t allowed in the capital! Why in blazes would they be heading here?

Republic Soldier: M-Maybe they’re spies, my lord! trying to sneak in and raise a rebellion of some kind!

Severus: Don’t be ridiculous! As if a bunch of skirt twirling, tambourine playing Myrmidons would be spies for the Empire...They’d sooner sing around a fire and dance under the full moon than sneak in and cause an uprising...

*Severus takes a sip of his Tea, thinking for a moment...*

Severus: ...Then again...The Infernus clan is traveling with them...If they WERE to try and storm the gate, that DEMON would no doubt cut down our soldiers in one strike...Hmmmm...Maybe we should deal with them while we can...

Republic Soldier2: *Salute!* What are your orders, My Lord?

Severus: We will have our scouts watch for where they camp tonight...Then, when they are all settled, dancing around there little bonfire and singing merry little songs...I’ll unleash my new...Pet...to deal with them! Hmhmhmhmhm...

Republic Soldier: *!* M...My lord...Y-you don’t mean...?

Severus: Yes! THAT ONE!

Republic Soldier2: ...*Gulp!*...A...A-as you command, my lord...

Severus: Hmhmhahahaha...I want see its carnage for myself when it happens...You’d best prepare yourself, Infernus! No song or dance will save from this creature’s fury...*Sips tea menacingly*...Hmhmhmhmhahahahahaaaa...

*A performance by the luminous stars occurs within a town near the capital, the sisters singing a humorous song with Fiona Providing a dance routine along with it*

Sarisa: The knight did raise his blade the sky~! Casting it down into Ogma’s eye~! 

Fareeha: And thus Ogma the pie thief’s rain was no moooore~! 

Both sisters: As his his ugly old head fell down into the ocean floooooooor~....

Fiona: *Jingles her tambourine, twirling with the sisters and they all strike various poses!*

*The Town errupts in laughter and cheer, clapping and throwing drakes to the performers as the three girls bow to the audience!*

Vayle: Hahahaha! Splendid! Bravo!

Akimoto:...Okay, Fiona totally just struck a JoJo pose!

Tulio: Ha! I’m not sure what a “JoJo” is, but I like it! *Clapping for his performers!*

*after the performance, the Caravan prepares itself down the road once more, the sun setting upon the lands of Despoire!*

Rosalita: *decorating Fiona’s hair into a braid with flowers holding it in place!* This is a style I usually like to do in the spring and summer times...A Bandana is all well and good, but sometimes even the most beautiful of flowers should bloom on stage once in a while!

Fiona: Really? *Red Face!*  that’s kind of you to say...

Rosalita: You really are a beautiful young girl, Little sister! you should make yourself stand out more!

Vayle: That’s what I tell her! But the poor girl is so shy when it comes to social interaction. When she’s not reading books, she’s usually just collecting alchemy ingredients in the forest. I really do need to get her into social situations more.

Rosalita: Hahaha! Aren’t we all at that age? She hasn’t even grown to her prime yet, and I can already tell, she’s going to be a Goddess amongst maidens! That charming sparkle in her eye, the extravagant shine in her hair...You are going to break hearts, my dear! *Finishes her hair!* And there we are! See for yourself!

Fiona: *Looks in the mirror!* *!* Oh, wow! That’s so pretty! I love it! It’s so beautiful!

Rosalita: Hmhmhmhm! I knew you would! That look really suits you, Little sister!

Vayle: Oh my, that is fascinating! I should try that on my designs some time...

Rosalita: The Braid and flowers were a favorite of Esmeralda’s, too! She would always wear her hair that way during the warm days of Vitaria...Hm...Her and Tulio were such good friends...He was absolutely devastated when he got the news of her death...

Fiona: *Her smile turning into a curious expression of sadness* Hmmm...Yeah...She was a very nice woman...How long did you and Tulio know her?

Rosalita: Since we were children. Those two were an inseparable pair when we were younger...They were more like siblings than friends. Esmeralda was the one who introduced me to Tulio in the first place! She saw something in both of us that would have us be bound for the rest of our lives! And she was right...I don’t know where I’d be without Tulio in my life...He’s such an upbeat and optimistic man! The way he brings a smile to anyone’s face is enough for him to become friends with everyone we meet in our travels! Hmhmhmhm...I’m proud to be the wife of such a wonderful man...

Fiona: Hehehehe! Esmeralda was such a wonderful woman. It’s hard to believe how she’s changed so many lives...

Vayle: ...*Smiles*...Yes... I would have loved to have met her...

*The Caravans come to a halt suddenly*

Rosalita: Oh dear...What now?

Corina: Oh, blast it all...Gerardo! You didn’t get us lost again, did you?!

Gerardo: GERARDO NEVER GETS US LOST! I just not read map properly! We should be in port black-heart in no time!

Corina: Yes...Port Blackheart...Which is WEST, Gerardo! You were leading us NORTH! No wonder I can see the capital from here! 

Gerardo: CUT GERARDO THE SLACK! He just have one of too many of the drinks before we left last town. Also, I think Gerardo’s Compass might be breaking, as well!

Miguel: *facepalm* Oh, Gerardo...

Akimoto: Everyone calm down! It’s starting to get dark, anyway...Might not be a bad time to rest up for the night...

Tulio: Sir Akimoto is right. Let us set up camp someplace safe for now. I think the map says there is a campsite not too far this way...

Gerardo: Yes! Yes! Gerardo sleep like baby, THEN navigate us to port!

Corina: Or...How about CORINA drives us to the port tomorrow, yeah?

Gerardo: ...*Shrug!*...That work just as well...

*The Caravans Camp within a  large opening in the middle of the woods, the bonfire illuminating the entire camp*

Miguel: *playing his Lute as the sisters dance with there Tambourines!* There we go, girls! Let the rhythm do the dancing for you!

Akimoto: *Drinks from water Canteen* Huh...Is there a day you guys DON’T perform?

Tulio: Hahaha! Usually only when we’re on the road or sleeping. We gotta keep ourselves in shape and ready to bring happiness to the people at all times! That’s the life of a caravaneer, my friend...*Takes a swig of wine*...Heh...Now, are you sure you’re not interested in ether of my daughters? *wink!* I think Fareeha might be your type!

Akimoto: *Glare!* for the LAST TIME, old man! I’m not interested in ether of them!

Tulio: HAHAHAHA! Again! I jest, my friend! I only Jest! *Offers him wine!* Would you like some? Wild-berry Wine! it’s a delicacy in Despoire...

Akimoto: No thanks...I don’t drink...

Fiona: *Reading a magic tome, practicing levitation on a teapot!* ...Focus...Focus...

*The Teapot lifts 2 ft. into the air as Fiona focuses her magic into it!*

Tulio: *!* W-woah! What? Is that Teapot flying?!

Vayle: Good job, Fiona! Now try gently setting it down back on the platter...

Fiona: Right! *Gently starts to make it descend as she concentrates on the plate!*

Tulio: Aaaaah! That’s right! Little sister is a scholar of the arcane arts, yeah?

Akimoto: Yep! She’s been practicing it since she was little! That’s one of her big dreams when she’s older...she wants to master magic and become a powerful Sorcerer like her parents were.

Tulio: Hehehe! She’s a big ambition for it, eh? Learning these arts must be quite important to her...

Akimoto: More than anything. When we found her, she lived in a giant hollow tree near white reef. Hehehe...Whole tree was FULL of books, Scrolls, artifacts...She’s mostly self-taught, but Vayle and Gramps have tried to help her the best they can. We try to find her some new tomes, too! Help her stay in touch with her studies...

Tulio: Hahaha...That’s very kind! You’ve certainly been taking good care of Fiona, haven’t you?

Vayle: Oh! Of course! We all love her dearly! She’s a wonderful girl, and the way people treat her because of her curse is completely unfair...

Tulio: ...Her...Curse...?

Akimoto: Er, well, it’s not much of a curse, more that it’s a burden to her...

Fiona: *Sigh* Aki, just let me explain it...You See-...

*two despoire scouts peak from a higher ground near the camp*

Republic Scout: *Pulls phone from pouch*...Lord Severus...the Caravaneers have been sighted, there guard is down...Awaiting your command...

*in a small encampment not too far from them...*

Severus: Excellent...Keep watch for movement...we shall ready the beast for its attack...*Turns to his other soldiers!* OPEN THE GATE!

Republic Soldier: W-What?! OPEN IT?! M-my lord, are you mad?! What if it pounces and attempts to take your li-?!

Severus: I Said...OPEN THE GATE!

*The Soldiers panic as they release the locks on the gate, the beast growling and grunting with each lock undone...*

Severus: Hahahahaha! Yes! That’s it! Release it!

*The Final locks break, the Gates flying open as two glowing Yellow eyes stare down Severus...A large, Lion like paw emerges from the shadows, then the rest of the beast starts to reveal itself, shadowed by the moonlight as it growls and glares at Severus*

Severus: Peace, Monster...I am not your target! THIS is your target...*Pulls a ripped sword belt that used to belong to Akimoto, throwing it down in front of the monster*

*The Beast begins to sniff at it, pawing at it as it’s glowing eyes than take its gaze beyond Severus as it growls with fury!*

Severus: That is the scent of a DEMON who opposes Despoire! I want you track it, and DESTROY THE SOURCE! *Points* NOW GO! FOLLOW THE SCENT! KILL THE DEMON! AND ANYONE WHO STANDS IN YOUR WAY!

*The Monster roars loudly, A Hissing sound from behind it as it then spreads its wings and dashes off toward the scent!*

Severus: Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

*Back at the Caravan...*

Kaseem: *Hears roaring in the distance*...What the hell was that?

Valmiro: Probably just some wolves...

Kaseem: I don’t recall wolves making noises like that...

Fiona: -And ever since, I have been forced to wear these Shackles...Forced to hold her back, hoping that as I continue to study the Arcane arts...I’ll find some way to break her out of my body...make it so the one in my body is just ME, and not her...

Tulio: Oh...Little Sister...I...I am so sorry! I did not know such a burden was afflicted upon you! I wish there was something I could do to help you...

Fiona: I appreciate you saying that...But I think the answer lies deep within the secrets of the Arcane arts! Arts that would horribly mutate a human and alter there minds... Luckily, I am a Drow! So hopefully when I DO find the answer! I can use the spell without any horrible side-effects...

Arcana: (It exists...I know it does...I want to be free of you as much you want to free of me! We must keep finding the answer!)

Rosalita: Well, if there IS anything we can do to help you find a way to free yourself from this, Say it!

Akimoto: That goes for all of us in the tower as well! You know we got your back, Fiona! We won’t let Arcana possess you!

Vayle: Agreed! We shall do everything to help you...No matter how long it takes!

Fiona: You guys...I....*whipes away tears from her shaking eyes*...I don’t know what to say...I’m so-

*The Roaring is heard once more! But MUCH louder this time!*

Valmiro: Okay...Maybe that isn’t a wolf we’re hearing...

Kaseem: I told you! SOMETHING is out there!

Vayle: What in blazes WAS that...?

Akimoto: I don’t know...It sounded kind of like a Manticore, but...

Fiona: *!!!* A...A Manticore...?!

*The trees suddenly rip apart, falling to the sides as a large beast emerges from the dark!*

Valmiro: *!* WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!

Kaseem: LOOK OUT! *Pushes him out of the way as they rush for the Caravan!*

*The Beast Swipes at the Bonfire, the flames hitting the logs and trees that Surround the Caravan! The Flames brighten the entire camp, revealing the beast from its shadows. Its appearance resembling that of a Lion with glowing yellow eyes, large horns sprouting from its head, the hind legs and wings of a bird, and the tail of a snake as it hisses and leers at the Caravaneers alongside the lion!*

Miguel: *!!!*...By God...

Tulio: It’s...I-t’s a...IT’S A CHIMERA!!!

Akimoto: You gotta be kidding me...*Readies sword!*

*The Chimera Roars in a bloodthirsty rage, the Snake Hissing and leering it’s glowing red eyes at the Caravaneers!*

Fiona: *Stares in utter terror at the beast, stepping back from it!*...N-No...No...Not again...

To be Continued in Part 5!

[sleepygorgeousprincess-blog]

Lost in The Secret Garden

Many people knew of the magic of the secret garden and some beautiful women lost in the forest were strayed to this garden. It was believed that the ladies danced with a fairy that lived in the secret garden.

The villagers believed that the garden existed in the middle of the wide Lake Swan that was found in the middle of three hills surrounding the large body of water.

Some women claimed themselves being lost in the middle of the forest and a handsome man appearing from somewhere and offering the woman his help of leading her outside the forest. They would walk for hours and the woman would forget of her yearning to get out of the forest and as told would be possessed by the fairy to come with him on his kingdom in the middle of the lake.

Rumors were told that the fairy would lead a lady on an endless bridge that connects towards the center of the lake where he lives. It is believed that the bridge was only visible at night. Some villagers claiming to have seen the mysterious bridge said that they saw a garden at the middle of the lake and that it was lit not only by the moon and the stars, sparkling fireflies light the pathway from the bridge and towards the elegant looking garden.

Some people says they heard some serene music playing at the middle of the lake at night. In the morning, news about another lady sleeping on a bamboo raft that was floating by the lake would be heard on the village. The bamboo raft was said to be decorated with various kinds of flowers that gives people the sleepy feeling they have when exposed to the sweet scent. This rumors scared some of the people that nobody dared to live near the lake.

The men guarded the women on their village and built a wall to safety their kind from the fairy’s fiasco. Instead of stopping the chances of losing one of the women again, the situation was worsened when every night, one woman from the village would sleepwalk when all the other people on the village were sound asleep and would find themselves in the morning floating on a bamboo raft in the middle of the lake.

The bamboo rafts where the women were found are burned including the flowers decorated on it. They believed it to be cursed and brings bad luck to their village. Men were the only ones allowed to roam the forest and come towards the lake. The women were trusted to do the works only inside the walls of their village.

All the women approved of this, except for Rose who at a young age wondered how it is to wander and play outside the village walls. She lived all her life inside the wall and her parents and the rest of the villagers forbade her and her friends that like her also wondered how it is to play outside. At a young age, Rose was already raced as an expert on bows and arrows. She’s very expert in handling the spears at the age of five. She hopes to come and help her father on catching fishes at the lake but every time she tries to plead, her father would tell her to stay and help her mother instead in the household chores. She felt like she was imprisoned inside the walls of the village. How she wished that one day she would have the chance of wandering on the forest to catch some wild animals.

One night, the village was peaceful and everybody was sleeping peacefully. Rose was having trouble sleeping that she remained awake lying in bed. After a while she heard footsteps coming from outside. It was so silent that she heard it. She also smelled a strange smell coming from outside the window. She decided to see for herself who was it that was still awake and passed by their house. She stood towards the window and saw a swarm of butterflies glowing in different colors in the darkness of the night. Not far from the village gate, she saw her cousin Freda walking towards the widely opened gates of the village.

Since when did anybody left the village gates open? She asked herself. She remembered how the men in their village avoided every woman to go outside. She wanted to wake her father up but he was fast asleep. She decided to go after her cousin and at the same time have her chance and reason of going outside the walls. She brought her bow and arrows and tucked a sharpened knife at the edge of her fur boots. She slowly followed her cousin as she hid at a fine distance to know where her cousin was going at this time of the night.

Her cousin was walking slowly deep towards the forest. The light from the luminous butterflies were shining brightly on the path she was walking on. She just silently followed her all the way while at the same time, remembering the paths they were walking on and marking the trees she passed by using the knife on her boot. She was getting tired from the endless journey but still she didn’t stop, afraid she’d lose sight of cousin Freda. After hours of walking, Freda stopped at the edge of what Rose guessed was the Lake Swan.

The Lake Swan was lit with a bright moon and the stars above. Just like the stories …Rose said to herself as she remembered. If I am in Lake Swan at this moment, does this mean that my cousin Freda is under the spell of the fairy that’s why she looked as if she was mindlessly walking towards the forests? Oh no…poor Freda. I must do something to save her. But what? I must go to her now. But what if the fairy sees me? I must stay here and wait for the perfect timing. Rose hid behind a tree and waited for Freda to look her way so she could see if he was okay. A few minutes later, she felt the wind from the lake sweep on her skin.

She was shaking from the coldness now enveloping her. She looked towards her cousin but she seemed unperturbed by the cold wind. She was slowly about to drift to sleep when she saw on her sleepy state that her cousin’s hand was held by a tall man into a bridge that was lit by fireflies towards the center of the lake. Rose tried to move her legs to follow her cousin but the sweet intoxicating scent of flowers were making her body cram and freeze on the ground. A tranquil music filled the air and that made her eyelids drop close despite her efforts of staying awake.

           She woke up the next morning on her bedroom. The worried expression of her mother met her eyes. “Mother, Freda---,” she started. “She was found at the lake at dawn by your cousins Edward and Peter. She was on a bamboo raft full of lavender flowers. They saw you not far from the lake on their way to go fishing. Why on Earth did you go out honey?” her father said. “I didn’t purposely go there, father. I even tried waking you up but you were so fast asleep and Freda was already walking towards the widely opened gate so I decided to trail her.” Her father shot her a curious glance. “Did you just say that the gates were widely opened?” he asked. “Yes father. It was as if everything was making way for Freda. Some butterflies lighted the path she was walking on. And just when I was about to follow her on the lake, I got paralyzed but I saw her held by a man at the hand. A serene music made me go asleep that’s why I never had the chance of saving her.”

           That day, everyone in the village decided to go farther from where the lake was. They tried to reach the farthest mountain. Everyone was packing and started their journey. They would live with a certain tribe that lived behind the mountains and outside the vicinity of the three hills surrounding the mysterious lake. It was already dark when they arrived and everybody was tired from the journey. They made camps and slept on it. At the strike of twelve, everybody was already fast asleep.

Rose was sleeping in the middle of their family sleeping together. Then she was slowly and silently lifted on the air in a sleeping position. She was so tired that she had no idea she was already floating on air as if dead air was carrying her back to the village and towards the lake. Rose woke up as she felt coldness and was shocked to find herself the side of the lake. She was already in panic when she heard the rustle of dead leaves from behind her. She turned to look at a handsome looking man smiling towards her.

“Who are you? And why am I here?”, she asked but the man only walked past her towards the lake and he looked back at her holding out a hand. “Come with me. Let’s dance under the moonlight.” He said and as if agented, she closed her eyes as the air seemed to send her towards his hand and made her reach on his out held hand. He opened her eyes and magically, she saw the mysterious firefly-lit bridge that led towards the secret garden.

We were waltzing on the magical garden as serene music played on the air. He held me by the hand and I twirled with my long flowing dress. He gave me a reassuring glance and we danced to the rhythm of the music.

The next morning, a wide search was made to find Rose. Some of the men went down towards the lake hoping she’d be found sleeping on a bamboo raft with roses decorating it but they never saw or heard her beautiful voice. No traces were found to tell she was there. And she was never found again. Rumors said that the fairy married her and she was still there on the secret garden dancing with the fairy. Meanwhile, the incident of women lost was stopped and everybody went back to their village. Rose’s family were still in search for her. They were so sad of losing the bravest and the most beautiful girl ever born on their village.

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A Luminous Update

If you want to request Luminous Kingdom ponies (or Lumens as they are called), you may let me know!

I do use it to make ponies as well after all! It'd be rude of me to say that and not show them all off at once, right?

...Yes this is my excuse for leaving the blog high and dry. Nobody's been requesting stuff, and that's my own fault! I need to promote everything more.

Anyways! Clicking on Read More will start you with OC's, and then go from there into the best ponies I've made (in my opinion)!

Just a fair warning, since this was a spur of the moment, the images are blurry due to resizing them using a website. In the future, I'll screenshot the Lumen's instead!

Loveli | Mascot | "Well, she lives on. From being scrapped, to losing her own show, she's gone through a lot. Now she :) because she has balloons. Balloons tend to make everyone happy, especially if its free balloon day!"

Sally Seaslug | Aria's Fruit Farm | "Nobody expected her to show up! Well, she only exists on Luminous Kingdom. And that's purely because it has antennae, when Ponytown doesn't! ...What? Don't look at me! I'm not one to describe an obscure OC!"

Ingenua | DWTD OC | "Seriously, why did I name her Zika? That is not the Dumb Ways to Die naming convention! Anyways, you should never skip practice and wing stuff! Especially if its a competition or the Olympics! Ingenua learnt that the hard way."

Everes Miragi | Homestuck OC | "To be honest, I may redesign her. I'll keep the general concept of her main design, but she's not gonna be a Dancestor to a dead AU version of Die anymore. Ironic, since Everes is from TWO dead AUs, Opposite Felt and the Intermissions Trolls Alt AU."

Celestial Nebula | Original | "If the image wasn't so blurry, this'd be the best one yet! Regardless, I love that Luminous Kingdom has halos! ...You could still do this celestial color-scheme on PonyTown though."

Carmel | TBOI OC | "Not gonna lie, I forgot I made Isaac OC's. Annabelle's been the only OC I've had... aside from The Shadow. Huh. That does give me a new idea for a future Lumen!"

Annabelle Rose | Balan Wonderworld OC | "..."

Tails Doll | Sonic the Hedgehog | "And here's the first of the 'Big 3'! ...He looks way better in motion, trust me. Even if he doesn't move too much in game. I do not play in-game with my Lumens as often I do my Ponies."

Trickster!Diamonds Droog | Homestuck AU | "Remember this AU? Where they gave the Intermissions cast Trickster designs? Disturbing, isn't it? ...I got this design idea from an askblog that starred Diamonds Droog."

Star Man | Mega Man | "Ya'll were probably not expecting me to make a Star Man lumen! ...Or maybe you did, since I do like both his designs. His original and Battle Network design. I'm not really brave enough to make a StarMan.EXE lumen. But yeah! This was also based on someone else's AU. A humanization of Star Man, but I did try to put my own spin on it. You be the judge of how well I did."