#orb of prophecy and change

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Summaries under the cut

Tiffany Aching by Terry Pratchett

Armed only with a frying pan and her common sense, Tiffany Aching, a young witch-to-be, is all that stands between the monsters of Fairyland and the warm, green Chalk country that is her home. Forced into Fairyland to seek her kidnapped brother, Tiffany allies herself with the Chalk's local Nac Mac Feegle - aka the Wee Free Men - a clan of sheep-stealing, sword-wielding, six-inch-high blue men who are as fierce as they are funny. Together they battle through an eerie and ever-shifting landscape, fighting brutal flying fairies, dream-spinning dromes, and grimhounds - black dogs with eyes of fire and teeth of razors - before ultimately confronting the Queen of the Elves, absolute ruler of a world in which reality intertwines with nightmare. And in the final showdown, Tiffany must face her cruel power alone...

When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

Miranda is an ordinary sixth grader, until she starts receiving mysterious messages from somebody who knows all about her, including things that have not even happened yet. Each message brings her closer to believing that only she can prevent a tragic death. Until the final note makes her think she’s too late.

The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss

Swept off course by a raging storm, a Swiss pastor, his wife, and their four young sons are shipwrecked on an uncharted tropical island. Thus begins the classic story of survival and adventure that has fired the imaginations of readers since it first appeared in 1812. With optimism and boundless enthusiasm, the Robinson family undertakes the extraordinary task of constructing a home for themselves and exploring the primitive island filled with strange and beautiful creatures and exotic fruits and plants. Rich in action and suspense, The Swiss Family Robinson  is an exhilarating novel takes us to a faraway place of danger and beauty, where the courageous Robinson family embarks on a thrilling new life of adventure and discovery.

The Indian in the Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks

At first, Omri is unimpressed with the plastic Indian toy he is given for his birthday. But when he puts it in his old cupboard and turns the key, something extraordinary happens that will change Omri's life for ever.

For Little Bear, the Iroquois Indian brave, comes to life...

The Belgariad by David Eddings

Myths tell of the ancient wars of Gods and men, and a powerful object - the Orb - that ended the bloodshed. As long as it was held by the line of Riva, it would assure the peace.

But a dark force has stolen the Orb, and the prophecies tell of war.

Young farm boy Garion knows nothing of myth or fate. But then the mysterious Old Storyteller visits his aunt, and they embark on a sudden journey. Pursued by evil forces, with only a small band of companions they can trust, Garion begins to doubt all he thought he knew...

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

Through six turbulent months of 1934, 17-year-old Cassandra Mortmain keeps a journal, filling three notebooks with sharply funny yet poignant entries about her home, a ruined Suffolk castle, and her eccentric and penniless family. By the time the last diary shuts, there have been great changes in the Mortmain household, not the least of which is that Cassandra is deeply, hopelessly, in love.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton

Beneath the kitchen floor is the world of the Borrowers -- Pod and Homily Clock and their daughter, Arrietty. In their tiny home, matchboxes double as roomy dressers and postage stamps hang on the walls like paintings. Whatever the Clocks need they simply "borrow" from the "human beans" who live above them. It's a comfortable life, but boring if you're a kid. Only Pod is allowed to venture into the house above, because the danger of being seen by a human is too great. Borrowers who are seen by humans are never seen again. Yet Arrietty won't listen. There is a human boy up there, and Arrietty is desperate for a friend.

Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan

Esperanza thought she'd always live with her family on their ranch in Mexico--she'd always have fancy dresses, a beautiful home, and servants. But a sudden tragedy forces Esperanza and Mama to flee to California during the Great Depression, and to settle in a camp for Mexican farm workers. Esperanza isn't ready for the hard labor, financial struggles, or lack of acceptance she now faces. When their new life is threatened, Esperanza must find a way to rise above her difficult circumstances--Mama's life, and her own, depend on it.

The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

Two orphaned children are on the run, hiding among the crumbling canals and misty alleyways of the city of Venice.

Befriended by a gang of street children and their mysterious leader, the Thief Lord, they shelter in an old, disused cinema. On their trail is a bungling detective, obsessed with disguises and the health of his pet tortoises. But a greater threat to the boys' new-found freedom is something from a forgotten past – a beautiful magical treasure with the power to spin time itself.

Dork Diaries by Renee Russel

Nikki Maxwell is not popular, in fact Nikki Maxwell is the opposite of popular; she's a total dork! But Nikki's hoping that by moving to a new school she might just stand a chance of making some friends and leaving her old lame-ways in the past. But life is never that simple... Follow Nikki's life through sketches, doodles and diary entries as she starts her new school, battles with her mum for an iPhone and meets her arch-nemisis, the school's queen bee, Mackenzie.

[youryurigoddess]

Maggie’s pendants and good omens

Yes, you’ve read it right. This post is going to deal with some literal good omens, not just title drop! But first things first, let’s take a closer look at the topic of this analysis.

A toucan

The top necklace is a lovely design involving a crowned toucan — believed to be a messenger of gods able to travel between the spiritual and the physical world, often associated with rain and rainbow (a Christian symbol of divine love, grace, and mercy, a reminder of the covenant between God and humanity to spare the latter from future trials like the Flood) — encircled by a gold band (a symbol of infinity, eternal love and promise) spun by a small butterfly (a symbol of transformation, hope, and rebirth). All three symbols combined seem to deliver a divine message of hope for rebirth, possibly resurrection, and the eternal life. Very fitting in the context of the Second Coming.

The fact that toucans were revered by the native South Americans as rainbringers strengthens the symbolic meaning of another type of bird we can spot on Maggie’s clothes in the very first episode, as her character introduction — a swallow. Swallows flying low are also believed to be harbingers of rain and bad weather. If you see one close to Earth or a building, it means that there’s a storm — or a certain biblical tempest — on the horizon.

In Ancient Greece and Rome swallows were representing Aphrodite, goddess of love. In Christianity they were considered to be of God and symbolized hope, awakening, and revival of life as messengers of spring and protectors from winter colds. Also helped Jesus on the Cross — according to a Christian legend, a group of swallows was supposed to take out the thorns from the Crown of Thorns and alleviate His Passion on the Cross. Humans banding together in the name of good have been a big theme in the series ever since The Them made an appearance, and from what we already know about the unpublished Good Omens sequel, we can assume that Jesus is going to take the spotlight in the upcoming season.

Maggie definitely attracts sudden inexplicable weather changes, like a thunderstorm with weirdly localized lightning strikes or a sudden downpour. And we’re still waiting for some vavooming (and the following happy ending) to happen in S3.

A heart with an eye

Now, the more nuanced clue hidden in the bottom necklace. I know that some of us were trying to tackle the concept of Maggie’s eye in a heart pendant suggesting her Masonic connotations, but this symbol (or the Eye of Providence in general) isn’t strictly Masonic, it isn’t even limited only to Judeo-Christian art. And while it is used a lot in Christian iconography, we should focus on a very specific example of it already referenced in the show.

Buckle up, we’re making a parachute dive into S1.

It seems like our old friend, Agnes Nutter, still has our backs.

Prophecy 4020:

Let the wheel of fate turne, let harts enjoin, there are othere fyres than mine; when the whirl wynd whirls, reach oute one to another.

If you look closely at the bottom right corner of this frame, you will see that as an illustration for the above prophecy the production team chose a 1611 engraving titled The Minde should have a fixed Eye On Objects, that are plac’d on High first found in Gabriel Rollenhagen’s Nucleus emblematum selectissimorum.

In 1635 it was published in A Collection of Emblemes, Ancient and Moderne Quickened With Metrical Illustrations, both Morall and Divine, Etc by George Wither with the accompanying hymn:

A Heart, which bore the figure of an Eye

Wide open to the Sunne; by some, was us'd,

When in an Emblem, they would signifie

A Minde, which on Celestiall Matters mus'd:

Implying, by the same, that there is nought

Which in this lower Orbe, our Eyes can see,

So fit an Object for a manly thought,

As those things, which in Heav'n above us be.

God, gave Mankinde (above all other Creatures)

A lovely Forme, and upward-looking Eye,

(Among the rest of his peculiar Features)

That he might lift his Countenance on high:

And (having view'd the Beauty, which appeares

Within the outward Sights circumference)

That he might elevate above the Sphæres,

The piercing Eye, of his Intelligence.

Then, higher, and still higher strive to raise

His Contemplations Eyes, till they ascend

To gaine a glimpse of those eternall Rayes,

To which all undepraved Spirits tend.

For, 'tis the proper nature of the Minde

(Till fleshly Thoughts corrupt it) to despise

Those Lusts whereto the Body stands inclin'd;

And labour alwayes, upward to arise.

Some, therefore, thought those Goblins which appeare

To haunt old Graves and Tombes, are Soules of such,

Who to these loathsome places doomed were,

Because, they doted on the Flesh too much.

But, sure we are, well-minded Men shall goe

To live above, when others bide below.

And hey, guess what 4020, i.e., the number of the prophecy, symbolizes in Strong’s Concordance? Periergazomai, a Greek word meaning “to waste one's labor about something” — to meddle, going beyond proper boundaries (where a person doesn't belong); to fixate on what others are doing, instead of doing what the person himself is supposed to do.

It appears only once in the Bible:

2 Thessalonians 3:11: We hear that some among you are idle and disruptive. They are not busy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the food they eat. And as for you, brothers and sisters, never tire of doing what is good.

To make things slightly more interesting, in the Hebrew version of Strong’s Concordance 4020 has another meaning — migbaloth, meaning “twisted things, i.e. cords”. Which doesn’t make much sense until we read the actual passage:

Exodus 28:24 and two chains of pure gold, twisted like cords; and you shall attach the corded chains to the settings.

And compare it to the most recent post on the topic published directly by Word of God:

What if all these clues didn’t apply to Maggie and Nina, but Aziraphale and Crowley instead? What if Maggie served as a messenger — consciously or not — just like the toucan, delivering the prophecy to those who need it most?

“When the tempest comes and darkness and great storms, and the dead will leave their graves and walk the Earth once more and there will be great lamentations for the end is near, don’t lose hope, hold hands and look up.”

Basically what Aziraphale and Crowley already did when they performed the 25 Lazarii miracle, only with no interference from Gabriel this time around.

And, if both Strong’s Concordance and Maggie’s personal addition to her second pendant are to be believed, with a wedding band somehow involved in the process.

[dandelion-blues]

#7 What if...

Kronos was a somewhat good grandpa?

Percy couldn't say he was relieved when Luke took that knife to himself, there was too much pain in death for that to be the case.

But nonetheless, in that deep seated exhaustion that wove in his very bones, Percy just wanted everything to be over.

Then, as Luke lay dying, his bright blue eyes seared into Percy and made him promise to not forget about the demigods, to make the gods be better.

Percy knew his job wasn’t yet done, because as Luke took his last breath, the shadows overtook the throne room. The hearth just mere embers, and a magical laugh echoed around the chambers.

Annabeth was crying over Luke’s corpse and didn't seem to notice anything wrong in her grief, but Percy did. He always noticed, even though Annabeth would most likely disagree.  She does call him Seaweed Brain after all. But just because Percy doesn't speak up about what he notices doesn’t mean he's dumb.

It's why, when his instincts screamed at him, he raised his sword just as a great metal scythe came sweeping down at him.

“Oh, grandson. I long since outgrow that boy's body, but you fought brilliantly. But now I am back at full power, you will not be able to stop me as you are. Still, for you to not only sense my strike, but stop it… I knew you were special. You really should have joined my side,” Kronos says, his words like honey, as he presses his scythe down upon Percy’s sword. Golden cracks were seeping from Kronos’ bronze skin, showing his divinity leaking through.

Percy snarled, his green eyes blazing with fury, “I'd rather die!”

And Percy looked over to Annabeth for help, but she was not moving, her tears frozen in time on her cheeks.

Percy froze in fear, his heart pounding. Kronos was no longer in Luke's body and his powers restricted. Kronos had his own body now, and his abilities were restored.

However, Percy’s freezing was a fatal mistake, as Kronos pressed on with more force forcing Percy’s sword from his hand.

Percy looked up, his eyes wide in fear as he stared in Kronos golden orbs.

Except as Percy’s sword came clanging to the ground and Kronos swung his scythe. The titan leveled the blade just against his throat.

Kronos croons, “Don’t worry grandson. I couldn’t possibly kill you when I see so much of myself and Rhea in your eyes.”

Percy startles and flinches as Kronos touches Percy’s face gently, pulling black strands behind his ears.

“Hmm?” Kronos hums, “Don’t worry you’ll understand in time. For now just sleep, and we’ll celebrate later when I discipline my kids.”

“Stop-” Percy says, but then he feels a pinch on the back of his neck, and everything fades to black.

The last thing he hears is Kronos’ voice comforting him…

~~~

Kronos at first hated all these mortal pests that had the blood of gods in their veins.

Mortals weren’t worthy of such a gift.

Unfortunately, Kronos needed to play along with the pests' plans in order to revive.

However, how he started to view these pests, or rather just one pest, changed when he met the son of his Poseidon, his grandson, Perseus Jackson.

Perseus was different then the other pests - demigods. He was just twelve when Kronos first slipped in his dreams, and already Pereus was powerful, defiant, but then Kronos saw his eyes, Rhea's eyes. Kronos could barely stomach it when he swallowed Poseidon, his son with Rhea's eyes.

But now it seems that another inherited her eyes. The one who would be the doom or savior of Olympus. And should die when he was sixteen.

No, this one would not be the one to fulfill the prophecy. He couldn't be.

Kronos sent the boy nightmares, hoping he would pray to his father. That Poseidon would scue the boy. Except that never happened.

And so the next thing that Kronos could do was set his vessel to poison the daughter of Zeus, so a quest would be sent and the Golden Fleece would be retrieved to not only help heal him, but the daughter of Zeus as well, so she would be the one to fulfill the prophecy.

Of course, everything went downhill from there and that daughter of Zeus ran away from the prophecy and gave it to his grandson.

Huh? When did Kronos start thinking of Perseus as his grandson? From the moment he saw Rhea's eyes.

And after his grandson saved Artemis and by holding Atlas’ weight the gods voted to kill his grandson!

As if he hasn't already saved them and proven himself before!

It made Kronos resolve to tear Olympus down all the more.

And so, even as he had to fight his grandson to do so, he would, for Perseus for power.

Of course no one but Kronos himself knew that he would never mortally injure the boy. It's why when his scythe, which is said to suck the life from one's soul, struck, Perseus was merely fatigued.

And Kronos regularly asked for updates on how Perseus is doing from that daughter of Aphrodite.

It's how he found out Perseus’ powers were growing every day, he was long on his way to ascending.

Oh, and how that daughter of Athena was trying to shackle his grandson to mortality by seducing Perseus of all things. As if that girl would ever be good enough for his grandson! She, he always calls him stupid, and tests him at every opportunity. No! Kronos would not stand for that!

Then, the final battle came. Unfortunately his spy turned traitor and died, but it didn't matter because the battle lines were drawn. And Perseus was practically glowing in his divinity.

It would be soon!

Perseus made his choice, but it was too late to stop Kronos, for he was already healed.

And Kronos fought Perseus one on one. The boy didn't even notice that he glowed, his veins golden. Too fueled by anger to stop and think why he could still move when Kronos stopped time, and that daughter of Athena did not.

Unfortunately, when he noticed that time was stopped all around him, the boy froze, and Kronos took the advantage.

And when Kronos saw the wide eyed fear in those green eyes he reassured him that he would not kill him. How could he, when he came to care for the boy?

However, Perseus startles and flinches as Kronos goes to comfort the boy by face gently, pulling black strands behind his ears.

“Hmm?” Kronos hums, knowing the boy is too brainwashed by the gods and too young to understand, “Don’t worry you’ll understand in time. For now just sleep, and we’ll celebrate later when I discipline my kids.”

“Stop-” Perseus says, but Kronos swiftly pinches a nerve on the boy's neck, and the boy slumps forward into his open arms.

Kronos whispers to his grandson comfortably and holds him like a little one to his chest, “Don't worry, I'll take care of you, my grandson.”

Notes:

Whelp! At least Kronos doesn't want Percy to die. Maybe he'll even do alright with being the new prince of the Titans.

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[amity206]

Concept Art from Steam Next Fest!

These are the pictures released! Under the cut, I’ll be adding them again with their individual captions!

“Isle of Dawn concept. This area underwent numerous changes over time, but this was one early idea.”

“Sketches from brainstorms for the Cave of Prophecies. This location opened in Isle of Dawn in a past Season, but the Prophecy Guide still invites courageous Sky kids to complete the trials that await there.”

“Sky children meet Elders from each realm. Here, four of them meet the Prairie Elder and a flock of butterflies.”

“Hidden Forest is known for its rain, but here and there the sun shines through.”

“An idea for Valley of Triumph, with two gates offering different routes to players who pass through them.”

“Before the Dark Crabs took their final shape, they had many forms in different concepts.”

“In a game called “Sky,” it’s probably no surprise that some of our favorite concept art to share is pictures of Sky kids flying through the clouds…”

“…Though there are some areas where that flight is a serious challenge.”

“A sketch of several ideas related to Spirits who were introduced in Season of Lightseekers. Though the final designs look rather different, a hat and a couple of the capes ultimately kept their bioluminescent, orb-shaped tassels.”

“As Sky children travel through the kingdom’s ruins, these objects are only some of the things that they must wonder about.”

[billie-black]

Thread of odd connections between Ikora, Elsie and Eris

I was scrolling through concept art when I noticed that, despite not being so in-game, The Stranger's rifle is Branded as a Cassoid weapon. This wouldn't mean much, bungie tends to use decals at random, except-

The curse of osiris variant, The Machina Dei 4, is also branded with a slightly altered version of the Cassoid logo, which I think proves that it has been upgraded with components from the foundry.

But let's put a pin on that and talk about another Cassoid weapon, The Invective shotgun, Ikora's signature weapon. The Invective has an ornament called Iconoclast, a word which here means "Destroyer of images used in religious worship." This nomenclature is very similar to-

The Vex Mythoclast, a weapon which, thanks to its sister weapon, The Worldline Zero (which coincidentally also has a prophecy variant), we know to be made by Elsie Bray. Canonically, we earn the Mythoclast as part of-

the "Not forged in light" quest, which ends with Elsie gifting us the No time to explain. A weapon which eventually ends back up in her hands and she gifts to us again earlier in the timeline as-

The stranger's rifle, which hangs around until it becomes the Machina Dei 4 (later Adhortative). And the prophecy attached to the Machina Dei 4 desribes Eris Morn and the events of Shadowkeep, when Eris discovers stasis and starts using the darkness.

A charnel but effulgent orb.

beacon in a loathsome dark.

Fêted, fetid corpses rise.

a too-long-absent gibbous spark.

Now, it's generally accepted that No time to explain (and all it's variants by proxy) was created at some future point in a distant timeline, this is incorrect. Ghost specifically points out that "parts" of it shouldn't exist, because the rifle itself is a common suros frame.

Going back to The Invective, you're probably more familiar with its legendary sister, The Comedian, and its D2 counterpart, Deadpan Delivery. The Comedian's flavor text reads "A. A ha. A ha ha ha. A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" In D1 the joke wasn't really clear, but with the addition of a lore tab in D2, the joke has become the vanguard's falling victim to a hive god's deceit. Now, let's take a little trip to The dark future.

In The dark future, Beyond light never happened, Eramis was allowed to grow her armies and master stasis, which led to a massive attack on the city by Cabal remnants, Savathûn, and the glorious House Salvation, all masterminded by Eris Morn, who up to that point was believed to be an ally, but had been corrupted by stasis and the darkness.

Coming back to our timeline, let's look at differences between our case exotics and their variants. Elsie's rifle has undergone many more modifications than Invective. Matter of fact, Invective has barely undergone any changes from its default. It's painted red, AND It has tape wrapped the handle and the grip, just like No time to explain. (I know I'm talking about grip tape right now but please don't go, it gets better, I promise)

It's a weak link, many weapons have grip tape, but I think many of these small details add up and point to The Iconoclast being one of Elsie's gifts. Let's review the similarities between Iconoclast and other gifts from Elsie.

>It's sourced from one of the city foundries and later received Cassoid upgrades (Invective and it's variants are nadir products)

>It has grip tape where the original does not.

>Mythoclast and Iconoclast are very similar terms and could point to a connection.

>It has a perpetual ammo function, like No time to explain and The Mythoclast.

But we should also look at Iconoclast within it's own context. Invective being her weapon, what does it mean for Ikora? She's never been been known to combat or really oppose any sort of religion, at least that I can find. And let's make it clear, the gun is not the Iconoclast. Just like the Mythoclast is not The Mythoclast. The weapons, in this case, are named for the wielder. You kill Atheon and so you become the Mythoclast, the gun is more of symbol. So, what religious figure is Ikora supposed to kill in order to become the Iconoclast?

Well, just this season, the hive have come out with a brand spanking new god, one very close to Ikora. Now I don't think Ikora is going to kill Eris. Eris would need to do something completely heinous for her to even consider that. Like, idk, bombarding the last city with House Salvation and the shadow legion... i. e., what happens in the dark timeline.

Look, I really don't believe Eris is going to turn evil all the sudden, that would be character assasination of the highest magnitude. But from Ikora's point of view? She has a supposed time traveller yelling at her that she's letting everything go sideways.

So my theory is that Elsie took Ikora's Invective from some other failed timeline (possibly the one where they smooch) and gave it to Ikora as the Iconoclast, along with the idea that alternate Ikora ruined everything because she failed to act and put Eris down when she could.

And this is where Deadpan Delivery comes in. You see, Ikora doesn't use invective anymore, and she doesn't use the Comedian. She exclusively wields Deadpan Delivery. Now, I know this was probably just the animators being faithful to her character, seeing how she prefers shotguns-

But the retroactive additions to the Comedian's lore, outside my crazed theories, implies a statement from Ikora. The Comedian's joke is the vanguard falling victim to a hive god's deceit, and in the dark timeline that god, the Savathûn figure, is Eris morn. And so-

By maining Deadpan delivery Ikora is subtextually saying "It's not funny. I'm not laughing. I don't subscribe to the narrative put forward by the comedian or Elsie. I trust Eris". And by rejecting the Comedian she's additionally disavowing it's older sister, The Invective, which is a symbol of the gung ho attitude which defined her in her youth. And wether my Iconoclast theory is correct or not, we can definitively say: Ikora is against what it represents , she is a guardian, and she will make a new fate no matter what.

[homestuckreplay]

check out my 13-monitor gaming setup

(page 872-876)

Bad news. Everyone’s IP address and physical location are being tracked by an all powerful/evil gaming corporation who are using it to send meteors down to our houses for the crime of gaming. There’s a lot to be said about the capacity for surveillance that all the Skaian technology has, and the ways these kids have been monitored without even knowing it. There are SO MANY meteors on this screen, meaning a LOT of people are playing this game. But there are more meteors than games, suggesting that Sburb was built around the pre-existing meteors – presumably so some people could be saved from this apocalypse, I don’t think it is so kind as wanting everyone to have a great final day on Earth.

The physical setup of the lab terminal is similar to those in WV’s bunker – industrial pipes feeding soulless gray screens where every pixel is visible – but Rose’s has a lot more screens, some just displaying spirographs. Comparing page 874 with 733, both stations feature coordinates, both have the same transparent projection of the world map on the left, and both have similar diagrams on the right of small orbs radiating from a central orb. I theorized this as the Skaian cosmology as WV’s screen features four surrounding orbs, like the four planets they drew on the walls – in the lab, there are eight surrounding orbs. It’s interesting that there’s a discrepancy between the terminals – is there some information, some secret planets, hidden from WV that are available to the lab operators?

This lab is monitoring sessions, but its own meteor is already close to impact, so the lab isn’t necessary for the sessions to continue. Some setup work was done here and now Skaia is tidying up after itself with a meteor unrelated to Rose’s house/Sburb session. Speaking of which, not all meteors have sessions, but do they all have potential sessions? The tiny meteorites in the forest probably aren’t, unless the bugs are playing Sburb. So is this conclusive proof that Rose will play Sburb, because she has a session meteor, and this will definitely happen no matter what? Or is it just prophesized that she will play (by at least Nanna and Jade) but that prophecy could still be undercut? Rose understandably isn’t trying to change this prophecy, but it is an important distinction in terms of free will.

I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that the two biggest meteors correspond to Dave and Jade’s locations. We know from previous coordinates that Jade lives in the southwest Pacific, and the meteor there has a while before touchdown – it may even be the last to fall. The presumably first Skaian meteor also fell there, and led to construction of the frog statue (p.757) and established Skaia’s power on Earth, so it’d make sense that the final meteor would be cleaning up its own mess. The second biggest meteor has no coordinates, but looks like west Texas geographically, a place Dave could reasonably live. There’s always room for a fakeout, but so far every story beat (except within media, like the Midnight Crew) has taken place in one of the four kids’ locations, so it’s a fair bet.

Hey, what’s up with the pink teapot and teacups in this lab? This inclusion is such bait for the adventure game/user command format of Homestuck. Such an anomalous item is just begging for someone to click on it and try to interact. Like so.

> Rose: See if the tea in the pot is still hot.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Canis Minor

Prophecies (1)

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> requested? no!

> content/warnings: angst, mentions of attempt su*cide

> a/n: Canis Minor has one myth that includes Icarius, his dog Maera, and his daughter Erigone, that's the story I decide to use here. Anyway, here's the song I played as I wrote this one. The Prophecy by T.S

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone again

“Surely you know, Tish? I cannot lose her. I cannot lose this chance.”

“Apologies, Ris. But my knowledge about visions ends here. I do not know anymore.”

Hearing the sound of lightning crackling, Larissa sighed as she closed her eyes. She really thought Morticia had the key to unlocking the reason for the incident; maybe, just maybe, Larissa could retrieve your memories of her. Of both of you. Yet, for the nth time this week, her hopes have been crushed.

Groaning, Larissa reached for the wine bottle in front of her, not minding as the calling orb rolled down from the table to the floor. At this point, she couldn’t care less of whatever objects littered her office. Her sole priority was giving you back your memories, no matter what it took. 

“Wait for me, my love, please. I’ll come back to you.” It was like she could hear you say those words to her. She pursed her lips as she stopped her tears from trickling down her face as she drank the entire bottle of wine. 

Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said

It was midnight when Larissa decided to leave the confines of her office. Without any eyes judging her every move, she could walk freely, think freely, and reminisce freely. Finding herself on the highest floor of the school, Larissa observed the maps you drew for the students one tedious day.

“It is given that astronomy is hard, for some people, but not for me.” You paced around the room, locking eyes with most of your newest students. Seeing them cower beneath your gaze always made your first day, yet you can't help but think how many students have gone past you and not a single one has said anything bad behind or in front of you.

As you neared the board in front of the class, you saw five students with their eyes drooping, almost as if they had to sleep. So, you slammed your hands on your desk, chuckling when you saw the same five students sitting straight up with shocked faces. 

Smirking, you shook your head and grabbed the numerous scrolls in the bucket on your desk. “These,” you opened one and showed it to the class, “are maps. Study them after class, and we will have a discussion of the different constellations and how they became constellations.”

You clapped your hands, and one by one, all the scrolls floated towards each desk. “Now, who knows the story behind Canis Minor?”

“Canis Minor…” Larissa looked up to the sky, trying to find the first constellation you taught your students. “There you are.” Locking eyes with the stars, Procyon and Gomeisa, she walked towards the edge of the balcony and gripped the railing hard.

“I know only one of the myths surrounding you; I'm here to request that you not take her life the same way that myth ended. Grief is difficult, yet I know I can be the shoulder she cries on.” Blinking away her tears, Larissa bit her lower lip. “I know she decided her fate on her own, but I want to redirect that. I do not care if she saw every single one of my futures, and when she saw she was not part of any, she would leave whatever we had behind.” This time, Larisss let her tears fall down. “I want her to be part of my future, I need her to be part of my future. I do not care that every single one of my predicted future does not include her, I will make one for us. That is how I want my future to be. How I need it to be.”

Larissa felt her knees grow weak, and this time, she let her weakness overcome her. “Please… ”

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

“Grief does things to people no one can predict.” With light emitting from your quarters, Vlad could only hide his emotions behind his 10th glass of bloody Mary. He stood up to close his office curtains, yet when Vlad saw Larissa kneeling down on the balcony of the astronomy tower, he shook his head.

“Only you and Larissa can redo your fates, now that the cards are on the table.”

[blinkngone]

the age (of delicate, bluish-white dreams).

When she was young, before she was eleven, she dreamt of sun-dappled grounds and magic. Magic like: change butter into chocolate muffins, fly on old brooms, lose way in winding corridors. A green eyed boy.

When she was twelve, and then thirteen, she dreamt of dampness and hissing and fear. Of rooster blood on her pale palms, of summer happening to others at Hogwarts, not to her. Inside her, she thought, was winter. The kind of winter that never thaws. Even then, in blue-black dreams, she saw Harry.

Between thirteen and fifteen, those dreams changed. She dreamt of happiness and sadness and fear and bravery. Harry was there in most of them.

The dreams after that, were mostly yearnings of her body: wanting Harry to touch her as she revised for her OWLs, wanting Harry to hold her in the Burrow’s kitchen after the kiss in her bedroom on his seventeenth, wanting Harry to heal the wounds that the Carrows gave her, wanting him to hold her through nightmares.

She is nineteen, now. This is the age for: dreaming delicate, bluish-white dreams; of cradling desire between her thighs. Of wanting to read him poetry in rooms where orange sunlight creeps in quietly.

He’s twenty and she’s nineteen, and one evening, with half-empty takeouts and a tub of melting ice cream between them, he says: I was made to love you, Gin.

The pork fat tastes funny in her mouth then, and she wonders if he has the slightest idea about how he is such an indispensable, integral part of her reality. Slowly, he reaches over the table where they carved their initials one drunken night, and puts his palm against her soft cheek. With his thumb, he charts the constellation of freckles on her nose.

You know, what I’m saying is, yeah there was the Prophecy and Voldemort and all of that, he wets his lips. But if none of those things happened to me, I think you would’ve still happened to me.

She can’t say anything to that, because, how do you say: I’ve been in love with you longer than I’ve loved myself. How do you say: I’d die for you in a single heartbeat, but no one makes me want to live the way you do.

That night, she holds his hand as they watch the television after dinner, tries tracing all her feelings with the tips of her fingers into his skin. Now and again, he sniffs her hair, kisses the top of her ears, caresses the side of her neck, until they’re kissing.

That night, in the glow of the crackling fire in the hearth, tears leak out from the corner of her eyes as he sinks into her, panting. He notices the wetness, perhaps even tastes the salt, like he always does, and says, Hey, hey, hey.

She opens her eyes to look at him, seeing her miniscule form in his green orbs.

Alright, there?

I never thought you’d love me the way you do. You seemed so out of reach, Harry.

But I do love you, Gin. I love you and I can’t remember what it’s like to not love you.

[lordrandreaming]

Isain and the Star

My latest lineless illustration!

Isain and the Star is originally a story snippet I wrote years ago. The star- is actually a living thing! A child of Aen Wilk prophecy that has the ability to change destiny..

Lore + Star Face alts under the cut! :>

The old king, Soluce, was born of one of these star fragments! However, Isain (Geanci) wasn't alive at this time.. He was born before Soluce was king. Later, Geanci was appointed Captain of the Knight's Guard after the former captain's death, and passing his trial of the Ancestors.

But that was beyond centuries ago. Now.. Isain resides in Tír na Lía, under service of Durbra- who is inheritor of the throne under Soluce's blessing. Though, he doesn't just stay sedentary, and occasionally returns home to the realm of Iaphearan Ollo, to the abandoned and long empty city of Ilalas Estergow, to simply be at peace amongst the silence of Len Luaen..

That, is when Sihdite, the God Aen Wilk answer and prayed to once, shows itself to Isain. In the long abandoned yet still standing palace of Len Luaen.. And gifts him with this child of prophecy, before promptly fading away.

But.. There is one problem. Isain is no host for this fragment, nor does he know anyone who can be. Or.. Does he? For now, he holds onto the orb, with the little dancing speck housed in a bottle of fog, waiting for the day the child of prophecy will have a host willing to see it through.

[charmwasjess]

Speaking of fics in progress for 2024, I haven't forgotten the Milk Run sequel, working title Returning the Sword to the Stone. Synopsis: Master Dooku must attend a formal royal event as a representative of the Jedi Order, and everything completely falls apart from there.

Here's a little chapter 1 snippet of our favorite Seer helping Dooku prep for the event with some tarot cards, hurt feelings, and the phrase "arcane pornography" which is just fun to imagine being said in a Christopher Lee accent:

...

“You know, it’s so strange," Sifo-Dyas gloomed. "...the Council never asks me to go to any fancy dinner events, despite how much fun I am at parties.”

“They do not want to endure your magic card tricks.”  Dooku began to gather up the fortune-telling cards Sifo-Dyas had left strewn across the kitchenette’s counter. 

“Those are important tools of divination, not party tricks.”

Dooku’s frown deepened. They were not. 

Master Sifo-Dyas, Seer of the Force, was the only true oracle in a generation, gifted with the ability to see the glimpses of the future and speak prophecy. He didn't need magic cards, crystal orbs, or palm lines to glance behind the curtain of time and space. He was a true son of the pure Cosmic Force, with all the associated inexplicable and frightening implications of that favor or burden. 

But… he was also Dooku’s oldest childhood friend, a consummate jokester, troublemaker, and a known fool. He thought such fortune-telling talismans were wildly funny, ironic, and so he collected them out of his natural sense of whimsy. 

“Whatever they are, they are a mess. They are all over my quarters. And the art is very disturbing.” Dooku held up a particularly offensive example. “This one appears to feature a man with an erection in place of a head?” He shook it at his friend. “It is lewd, Sifo-Dyas. I'd prefer you to not expose my fifteen-year-old apprentice to your arcane pornography."

“Don’t get excited.” Sifo-Dyas didn’t even look up from his lounging to see what card he was holding. “It’s symbolism. A visual cue pointing to the significance of the card.”

“Yes, I am aware of the meaning of the word symbolism.” Dooku studied the image on the card again, turning it, trying to see how that applied to anything.

“Honestly?” Sifo-Dyas clearly wasn’t finished with the topic of the gala. “I think the last time I wore my dress robes was at your mother’s funeral.” 

“Please don’t remind me of that day.” 

“I’m sorry.” Sifo-Dyas grimaced. “I just meant how long it has been… counting backwards, that was almost twenty years ago…” 

“Speaking of dress robes,” Dooku exhaled through his nose, mechanically changing the topic. “I wonder if I ought to have briefed Jocasta on the dress code as well, or if she will correctly surmise the formality level of the event.” He wasn’t sure on the etiquette of dictating other people’s clothing, and it seemed especially intimidating with Jocasta Nu. 

“Jocasta?” Sifo-Dyas finally did look up from the couch, his dark eyes confused. “Wait, what are you talking about? Why would Jo need formalwear?”

“I told you. I invited her along as my companion for the evening.” Dooku shrugged. He surely had meant to mention it, if he hadn’t. “The invitation specified that I was entitled to bring one additional guest. The whole ordeal seemed like it might be less tiresome with a friend along.” 

"Oh." Sifo-Dyas’s voice grew soft and alarmingly neutral. 

The room’s very alignment seemed to shift. 

It wasn’t really possible, not any true Jedi ability that he knew of, but sometimes, just sometimes, Dooku could have sworn that Sifo-Dyas had the power to stretch time itself when he wanted to create an effect. Now was very much one of those moments. The sudden, awkward silence expanded limitlessly, on and on, in all directions, seeming to permeate Dooku’s very bones. 

“What?” Dooku finally broke, helpless before the technique. 

“Nothing at all.” More of that perfect, neutral voice. Damn him, it was clearly not nothing. 

“If you are seriously complaining about wanting to go, you could trade places with Jocasta and come as my guest instead?” Dooku suggested in a desperate rush.

Sifo-Dyas shoved violently upright and strode to the kitchenette. He collected up his cards to leave, growing terse. “It’s actually considered rather bad manners to exclude someone from something, and then offer them a belated invitation as an afterthought.” 

“I did not exclude you!” Dooku stammered, blocking his exit. He hadn’t done that, had he?

“Get out of my way.”

“Honestly, I did not want to invite either one of you! Neither you nor Jocasta!” 

Even Sifo-Dyas's usual vast grace could not keep the bitter sarcasm out of his voice. "Oh, wonderful! That makes me feel ever so much better! Dare I ask who you actually wanted to bring?”

[findingtomarrymort]

I don’t remember much about the title, author or tags…The fanfic is on AO3. Not sure if it was completed or WIP. This is a long fic, not part of a series or crossover, maybe 100k +

Harry gets kidnapped by Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries while fighting over the prophecy orb. So Voldie kidnaps Harry back to Malfoy Manor and locks him in a room with a spell that drives Harry insane (he gets hallucinations he does not know what is real or not) like the walls are melting. Then they both discover that they are true soulmates. So Voldemort starts feeling human emotions again feeling guilty over mentally torturing Harry for months with those spells. Voldie gives Harry space. Harry hangs out with Draco and they both form a friendship and he tries to convince Draco to escape with him (with his mom)which he agrees to. So they have a plan, the order infiltrates the house buying them time while they pop out of the manor with the help of Dobby and rescue Harry. Harry is not the same and is struggling with the soulmate bond (longs for voldie they can’t be apart for long). The order is in Grimmauld place and everyone has tried to reach out to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Sirius & Dumbledore but he feels indifferent towards them. Draco is by his mother’s bedside because they feel bad his dad didn’t join them. Finally Harry confesses to the truth that he is soulmates with voldie. The order make a plan to make Voldie fall in love with Harry to stop the war. Dumbledore even tells him it’s for the greater good and how he shouldn’t feel bad his soulmate is Voldemort when his was Grindlewald. So they alter Harry’s memories (to hide that they let Harry go to seduce the enemy and win the war) and he is ‘saved’ by Voldie. Voldie completely changes from his snake form to his handsome human form (around 30s… I think it was described) and they spend months being domestic and enjoying each other's company. I don't think he brought him back to Malfoy Manor... I think it was another place but they were stuck at the hip enjoying each other's presence. I think they were on a routine, they would have meals together then they would both go to the Library and read in each other's company and this was during the span of months. So no Death Eater meetings because Voldemort was like "How can I explain this appearance change to them when my snake face instills them with fear." Voldie takes harry to Indonesia to initiate a soul bond ritual. It was a beautiful remote house by the water and there was one scene where Harry goes off to check for messages from the order by the beach cause voldie assured him the place was completely protected.

Thank you so much for doing this, even if you aren't able to find it I appreciate the effort💚❤️. I am sad that I made an error on my spreadsheet so I can't find the proper title of this fic but I have my notes and it helped me remember the scenes. This is just more confirmation that I need to back everything up on Calibre.

hi

Two Words in Green Ink by fluorescencx

Eleven year old Harry didn't know how he knew--he didn't even know what it was he knew--but as he stood in Olivander's shop with Hagrid, he vowed that he would never tell a soul about the two words written on his wrist.

Avada Kedavra.

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a story of souls told in three parts.

[ao3feed-ds9]

Beneath the Light of the Prophets

https://ift.tt/zPMAwka by stuffedtiger Winn receives a fateful visit from Kira Nerys not long after Vedek Bareil's death. Kira's wish to consult with the Orb of Change and Prophecy leads to a shared vision that sets the stage to a tumultuous romance fraught with lies and deception. Words: 1059, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Winn Adami, Kira Nerys, Solbor (Star Trek), Original Characters Relationships: Kira Nerys/Winn Adami Additional Tags: Bajoran Religion (Star Trek), Prophecy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unreliable Narrator, Abuse of Authority, Jealousy, Winn/Multiple Female Suboordinates, Winn Adami/Kira Nerys/Original Female Character (minor), Main Couple Breaks Up at the End

[braveclementine]

Chapter 30

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 prophecy from Harry and all the Death Eaters' wands twitched towards me.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked, not noticing that the prophecy was no longer in his hand.

The Death Eaters laughed. My eyes were focused on Trang's. She looked absolutely terrified and she also looked sick. Her hands were trembling, her face pale, her legs shaking underneath her. Had they tortured her? There was a lump in her pocket that looked like it might be her wand. Of course they let her keep it, she didn't know enough to defend herself.

"The Dark Lord always knows." A woman hissed somewhere nearby. That was probably Bellatrix.

"Always." Lucius said, his eyes glinting and on me. "Now, give me the prophecy, Kane."

"I'll make you a deal." I said steadily.

"No!" Trang shrieked. "Elizabeth don't make any promises." Lucius shook her and glared at me.

"What is she talking about? Promises?"

"Because," I said swallowing hard. "When I make a promise, I always keep it."

"So what kind of deal are we talking about?" Lucius asked, his eyes narrowing. The other Death Eaters seemed more hesitant, less sure of this idea.

"If you give me Trang, and let the others walk away, I will stand here until you count to eighty and then hand you over the prophecy." I said, raising the orb up. My other hand was in my pocket, clutching my wand, my fingers crossed. "I promise."

"NO!" Trang yelled again.

Lucius Malfoy was surveying me with interest.

"Elizabeth don't." Ernie gasped in horror. I ignored all of them, keeping my eyes on Lucius, blocking my mind from him if he tried to penetrate it.

"Fine." Lucius said. He tossed Trang towards us. I didn't move, as I had said I wouldn't move, and so Hermione stepped in and grabbed her.

"Go." I said to the others, still holding the prophecy out. I turned back to them and then nodded slowly to Harry before facing Lucius who was counting under his breath.

"Let's go." Harry said to the others and they all dashed down a corridor, pulling Trang with them, leaving me alone with the ten Death Eaters.

". . . fifty-one, fifty-two. . ." Lucius muttered. I could feel the Death Eaters closing in. I kept my head high and my hand out, the orb balancing precariously in the palm of my hand. Each time he said another number, my fingers inched closer to clenching my fists around it.

". . .seventy-five." Lucius's voice was getting more and more excited with each number he was saying. My heart was pumping ferociously in my chest but I kept my face completely neutral.

Lucius finished counting and held his hand out. I stepped forward, making to put the orb in his hand and then paused and said, "You should know my fingers were crossed." I whipped out my wand and created fire, spinning in a circle and then dashed down a corridor, turning a corner, shoving the prophecy into my pocket and turning in a cat, glad that I was a black cat.

I made my way back to the room with the clocks and turned back into a human and shoved the prophecy in Harry's hand. "Hurry up." I said. "They're angry."

I could hear roars of anger and then said, "Everyone smash a different shelf, maybe we can collapse them on them." The nine of us all shouted, "REDUCTO!" The shelves started to fall and we darted through door with the clocks, shutting the door behind us.

"What now?" Harry hissed at me.

"I don't know!" I said tersely. "I've pretty much changed the future so what I saw before isn't going to line up!"

"Well, what did you see before?" Harry asked.

"We all got split up from each other." I said, eyeing Trang who was standing there, shaking. She had a wand in her hand and absolutely no idea what spells to use. "And we all received a lot of injuries. Of course, Ernie and Susan were never part of the original vision either so. . ."

We were all just standing in the clock room, listening to the screams and shouts from the prophecy room. Malfoy was shouting orders to the other Death Eaters to split up and find us.

"Under the desks." I whispered and we dove under the desks as three of the Death Eaters entered the room.

"They might've run straight through to the hall." A rough voice said.

"Check under the desks." the other voice said.

Harry shouted, "STUPEFY!" and one of the Death Eaters fell to the ground. Susan got another one with a stunning spell.

Neville shouted "EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry and the other Death Eaters wand flew out of their hands. "Get out of the way, Harry!" Neville yelled and Harry dove to the side as Neville shouted, "STUPEFY!"

The bell jar exploded behind the Death Eater. "Accio Wand!" I said, pointing my wand at Harry's wand and it flew towards me. I tossed it to Harry.

"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted and the Death Eater collapsed backwards toward the bell jar. His head sank through the surface of the bell jar and we all watched as his head started to shrink, becoming the head of a little baby.

"Time. . ." Hermione and Ernie said together in awestruck voices.

The mirror was growing hotter in my pocket. "Shut the door Luna!" I shouted and then pulled the mirror out of my pocket. "I'm a bit busy!" I snapped at Kingsley.

"Where are you guys?" Kingsley asked in his deep voice.

"We're in the Ministry." Hermione said, grabbing the mirror from my hands. "There's Death Eaters everywhere-"

The door slammed open again and two new Death Eaters came hurtling inside and shouted, "IMPEDIMENTA! IMPEDIMENTA!"

We were all flung backwards, Hermione and I landed harshly in the corner and the mirror landed propped upside down against a wall, showing the entire room and what was going on. Multiple faces appeared in Kingsley's side of the mirror. I think one of them might've been Dad's but I didn't have time to see.

"WE'VE GOT HIM!" a Death Eater shouted loudly. "IN AN OFFICE OF-"

"Silencio!" Hermione shouted, jumping to her feet.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at the other Death Eater.

The Death Eater that Hermione had silenced made a slashing movement with his wand and I ducked as purple flames headed towards Hermione and me. Hermione wasn't so lucky- they passed through her.

"Oh!" Hermione said and then crumpled to the floor motionless. Susan lost her head and screamed.

"HERMIONE!" Harry shouted and fell to his knees, crawling towards her. Neville crawled rapidly towards her and a Death Eater landed in front of the desk. I tripped him which caused his foot to miss Neville's wand but still hit his nose, breaking it.

"Episky!" I said quickly, snapping Neville's nose into place. Neville howled in pain, rolling on the floor. Ernie, Luna, Ginny, and Ron were nowhere to be seen. Susan was helping Trang to her feet, pointing towards an open door.

I stunned the Death Eater and Harry came over to Hermione, shaking her. "Hermione. Hermione, wake up. . ." Harry said as the baby-headed Death Eater wandered out of the room.

"Whadid he do to her?" Neville asked, his nose bleeding. He was talking thickly. Susan joined us and said, "I pointed Trang back to the main room."

"Good." I said vacantly. I was feeling Hermione's wrist for a pulse, the way Madam Pomfrey had taught me seven months ago. "Neville, carry Hermione with us while we find the others." I waved my wand at Hermione's body and then said, "She should be light enough. Susan, Harry, and I will do the fighting." I looked up at Susan, "Unless you want to take Hermione back to the entrance?"

Susan shook her head, looking determined. "I'm fighting Elizabeth. "

I nodded. I grabbed the mirror, ignoring their faces, and stuffed the mirror into my pocket. Together, we crept out of the office and back toward the door into the black hallway which was deserted. I noticed that mine and Hermione's fiery X's were no longer on the door. I wondered how far Kingsley and the others were.

"We could leave Hermione here." I suggested half-heartedly but after the room stopped spinning, three people came out of another door and Susan and I raised our wands immediately.

"Ron, Ginny- are you alright?" Harry asked dashing towards them. I could tell immediately that they were not.

Ron and Ginny's faces were both extremely white. Ron was giggling weakly and there was a dark liquid trickling from his mouth. I wasn't entirely sure it was blood. Neville was sitting down, Hermione next to him, still unconscious. Susan and I stood back to back, making sure that no one was going to barge in on us unexpectedly.

"Where's Ernie?" I asked fearfully.

"Don't know." Luna said, frowning. "Ginny's ankle might be broken, something cracked. Four of them chased us into a dark room full of planets, it was a very odd place, some of the time we were just floating in the dark-"

"Like a space simulation." I murmured, my heart beating fast. Everyone was here except for Ernie. "I need to go find Ernie."

"I'll come with you." Susan nodded. Trang appeared out of a door at that moment, ashen faced Ernie next to her, sprouting a blood nose and limping.

"Let's get out of here." He muttered.

"Harry, we saw Uranus up close!" Ron said on the other side of the room, still giggling. "Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus- ha ha ha-"

"Anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny's foot. I used the Reductor Curse and blew up Pluto in his face but. . ." Luna continued and gestured to Ginny's ankle.

"And what about Ron?" Harry asked.

"I don't know what they hit him with but he's gone a bit funny. I could hardly get him along at all." Luna said sadly.

"Harry, you know who this girl is, Harry?" Ron asked, giggling hysterically. "She's Loony. . . Loony Lovegood. . . ha ha ha. . ."

"We've got to get out of here." Harry said firmly.

"Hear hear." Ernie said, wiping his nose.

"Is it broken?" I asked peering into his face.

"Don't think so." He said.

"Elizabeth I'm so sorry." Trang whispered. "None of you would be here if it wasn't for me."

"No." I said, shaking my hand. "You're here because you're my friend and they used you as bait. It's my fault."

"There they are!" Bellatrix shrieked from behind us. Stunning spells filled the room and Trang fell, stunned. I scooped her up and followed Harry into a room as he smashed through the door. Neville followed with Harry and Luna with Ginny. Ernie and Susan brought up the rear, deflecting the spells and then Harry slammed the door in their faces.

"Colloportus!" I shouted.

"It doesn't matter! There are other ways in- WE'VE GOT THEM. THEY'RE HERE!" a man's voice shouted. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Trang were placed in a corner for them to stay. The rest of us raced to the doors, shouting "Colloportus" and then I heard Luna shriek behind me and I turned.

"Get Potter!" Bellatrix shouted, stunning Susan.

"Hey!" Ron shouted, staggering to his feet. "Hey, Harry, there are brains in here, ha ha ha, isn't that weird, Harry?"

"Ron get out of the way, get down-" I shouted.

"Honest, Harry, they're brains- look- Accio Brains!"

Harry, Neville, Ernie, and I froze and against their will, the Death Eaters froze too as we watched the brain fly through the air a bit like a flying fish, and then started to unravel. Ernie looked faint, sweat glistening on his brow. It was like watching film unroll.

"Ha ha ha, Harry, look at it- Harry, come and touch it, bet it's weird-"

"RON NO!" Harry shouted, leaping towards him. The Death Eaters continued to watch. Ron caught the brain in his outstretched hands and it wrapped around him.

"Harry, look what's happen- no- no, I don't like it- no- stop- stop-" Ron shrieked.

"Releshio!" I shouted and the brain fell from Ron's body.

Now that the fun was over, the Death Eaters went back to attacking us and I body slammed Ernie to the floor, pulling him out of the way. Harry held the prophecy up above his head, running from the room. The Death Eaters followed him like bloodhounds after a rabbit. We were left behind.

I jumped up. "Neville, Ernie, stay here, watch over the rest of them."

"No!" They both said.

"Please." I begged them. "At least one of you."

They stared at each other and then Ernie said, "Fine. But Elizabeth. . . stay safe."

I nodded and raced after Harry, Neville on my heels. I then doubled back but Neville raced on and I heard him shout, "He's dot alone! He's still god be!"

I crept to the doorway and then raced down as Malfoy said, "It's Longbottom, isn't it? Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause.. Your death will not come as a great shock. . ."

"Longbottom?" Bellatrix asked and then laughed. "Why, I had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy. . ."

"I DOE YOU HAB!" Neville shouted.

"STUPEFY!" I shouted and the spell hit Bellatrix in the face. YES!

The Death Eater stupidly released Neville who moved out of the way. There were about seven of them left and they all surged over to me. I stunned Malfoy and then dodged the other spells. I was fighting six on one and then Harry distracted two of them so now it was four on one.

But that was okay, I thought vindictively. I was going to win. Harry and I were the last ones standing. A stunning spell had hit Neville in the face.

My wand and my brain were moving in sync and I wasn't even speaking verbal spells at this point. There were shields to throw up and spells to cast and I was like a bit of a machine. . . a character in a video game where you just spammed the button so that you didn't die from the little minions.

And then there were two doors that opened up into the room and Sirius, Dad, Uncle Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley came through.

I didn't even looked over, still fighting for my life. Dad was running towards me, his wand raised, bellowing spells. But the four Death Eaters had only eyes for me and one of them collapsed as Dad's spell hit him. The other Death Eaters looked around and realized that members of the Order were there and immediately, two of them turned to fight dad while the other one continued to advance on me.

Uncle Moody appeared out of nowhere, stunning the Death Eater. "Good fight Kane." He said, his eye spinning and then turned to fight Antonin Dolohov. I stunned another Death Eater that was fighting dad and then felt hands grabbing my neck, pulling me down. I struggled against them.

Bellatrix was hissing into my ear. "So Lupins' your daddy? Oooh the Dark Lords going to be so pleased when I bring you in. . ."

I struggled against her, trying to flip my wand around so that I could send a spell her way. She dragged me along towards the stairs, though I made it difficult for her. I thought as hard as possible, and she started to scream and I grinned vindictively, pulling away from her, releasing her from the torture spell.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She screeched and both Dad and Kingsley looked up to see who she was talking to. She shot a killing spell towards me and I dove behind a rock. We started a vicious duel and I realized that I was standing where Sirius was standing in my vision and my heart started to pound even more.

In my peripheral vision, I saw that Mad-Eye was lying on the floor, blood running from his head. Sirius was wrestling with Dolohov, Kingsley was fighting Rookwood, Dad was fighting Mulciber, and I couldn't see where Tonks was. Why hadn't more members come? Where was Bill? Mr and Mrs. Weasley? Mundungus? And then Ernie was running down with Luna, their wands out to come and join the fight.

I blocked Bellatrix's attempted stun, gritting my teeth. "You really want to do this?" I asked her, sending my own stunning spell at her. I wished that stunned people stayed stunned for a much longer amount of time.

"I'm sure the Dark Lord won't miss you." She said, her teeth bared.

Then Sirius was there, pushing me aside to take up the fight. "NO!" I shouted at him, pushing him away. "Stop, she'll kill you, I foresaw it."

Sirius didn't listen to me and battled Bellatrix. I wouldn't leave his side. I wouldn't let her kill him. No!

But Sirius wasn't laughing the way I had seen in my vision and most everything had gone completely wrong tonight anyways that I would be surprised if she did end up killing him. The future rarely alters, a random voice said in my head, making my heart jolt with unpleasantness.

Dad was dragging me away for some reason. "NO!" I said. "No, I foresaw she was going to kill him. I need to stop it!" I jerked out of dad's arms, running back to Bellatrix and Sirius and was immediately intercepted by a Death Eater who I recognized was Nott. He was the one that had asked Lucius to bring me into the alleyway before he delivered me to Voldemort. He was the one who'd kissed me. He was the one who's knee I had broken.

Dumbledore was in the doorway, his wand raised and his face white and furious. But before I could concentrate on that, I was engaged in a duel with Nott. Some of the Death Eaters made a run for it, to which Dumbledore pulled them back like they were puppets with invisible strings. Nott didn't notice and neither did Bellatrix.

Dumbledore had rounded up many of the Death Eaters, advancing on Nott who, with a well placed spell, sent me flying over Sirius' head and I crashed into Bellatrix.

I screamed, feeling the Cruciatus curse being placed on me and my sight was immediately blinded by black spots. I could hear Sirius roaring faintly and Dad yelling my name and then the pain was gone. Sirius had Bellatrix in a chokehold, both his hands pressed down on his throat.

I rolled over. Mad-Eye had crawled over to Tonks, attempting to revive her.

"Sirius!" I screamed as Bellatrix, gasping for air, groped on the ground for her wand. I leapt towards her and she sent me flying across the room again and I crashed onto the stone steps next to where Ernie was standing, watching Dumbledore.

"SIRIUS!" I screamed, grabbing the back of my head. I no longer cared about myself. I barely even recognized that I was in pain. All I could think about was Sirius. I raced back down the steps, my body throbbing from the multiple crashes. But I couldn't sit around in pain. I had to save Sirius. I had to save Sirius. Dad threw out an arm to catch me and I ducked under it, continuing to run.

Then Sirius was on his feet, grabbing his wand and dodging her stunning spell. They were getting closer to the rocky dais where the archway stood. "No!" I shrieked, looking around. Dumbledore was advancing for the fight with Bellatrix. Dad's arms finally drew around me and he pulled me to the ground.

Was Sirius dead? Was he really? My brain seemed a bit fried. I was shaking not sure if I was seeing the real thing or the vision. My vision seemed all black and spotty and gray.

"Sirius. . ." I whispered.

"He's right there." Dad said in a worried voice and I blinked and saw that yes, Sirius was still fighting. Sirius was still standing. Harry was standing next to him. And unfortunately, Sirius was starting to laugh. "Nice one James!"

My heart lurched.

"No, no, no." I murmured, grasping dad's arm. "No, he's laughing dad! She's going to kill him!"

And I watched helplessly as the green light flashed out of Bellatrix's wand. "NOOO!" I shrieked, jumping to my feet, running to where Sirius's body was falling in slow motion. Dumbledore had nearly been there. Dumbledore had been a millisecond away.

I watched, tears flowing down my face as Sirius' handsome face fell threw the archway. I found myself turning to Bellatrix and found myself surprised at how close we were, perhaps only eight feet between us. She was grinning and then I found myself on the ground, twitching and screaming. A pain exploded somewhere in my stomach and I blacked out.

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Parent!Mictlan:additional info,part 1

(Made by @cadaver-moss and me)

Prelude,Part 2,Part 3

Mayas powers

•Growing up in the Underworld made Maya more confident in her abilities: similar to Micte,she is able to levitate above the ground and change the color of her eyes,only hers have more orangeish,fiery tint since it foreshadows her future.

•Goddes of Death has a way of unintentionally growing sunflowers around herself,so it makes sense that Maya is capable of that too.She also quickly found out that upon concentrating enough energy,she can burn the things surrounding her she’s the future sun after all.The teen usually does that to intimidate gods,during fights or when she’s stressed out.

•Like Micte and Zatz,she also can transform into an animal form,and it is…eagle!Are anyone surprised???

•Being tied to Death,Maya is capable of summoning the souls of deceased,but since she’s part-human they can only materialize in the forms of glowing yellow orbs,plus she can’t talk with more then three spirits at once.After the death of her brothers,Maya tried to speak with them,but got the spirit of Ah Puch instead,which showed her the prophecy.

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Duchess of Dol Blathanna

Chest 1: Francesca abhorred her father’s reluctance to meet the dh’oine on the field of battle. She saw his isolation from external affairs as a cowardly act, and one that spat in the face of all elves wishing to live free from persecution. But despite her incessant beseeching, Simlas refused to send his subjects to their slaughter and forbid his daughter from getting involved. Alas, his words fell on deaf ears. Inspired by the infectious rhetoric of the warrior elf Aelirenn, Francesca defied her father’s orders, mustered her kin, and joined the rebellion.

Chest 2: Simlas' forlorn prophecy came to be. The rebellion was short-lived, and in the wake of human conquest lay a generation of elves thoroughly suppressed and mercilessly slaughtered. Francesca was lucky enough to survive the doomed venture, yet her brash nature had cost her much. Most of her companions were dead, and the future potential of her race all but obliterated. In addition, her father, enraged by her betrayal, disowned her, vowing that words would never break between them again⁠—a promise he would keep until the end of his days.

Chest 3: There was a time when Francesca’s decisions were guided by fiery impulse, governed by a desire to act swiftly in place of calculated tact. A lifetime of mistakes, however, can work wonders in cooling one’s hot-headedness, and slowly but surely, she became the dispassionate tactician her father had once wished her to be. But even he would recoil in horror to witness the pact she later made with the Nilfgaardian Emperor.

Scroll 1: There was a time in Francesca Findabair’s life when she did not even remotely consider the advantages of diplomatic tact. She believed direct action was the best way to ensure survival, especially when regarding humans⁠—a race renowned for their lustful expanse and underhanded methods.

Scroll 2: When speaking of these oppressive foreigners, she frequently quoted her father, the elven Sage Simlas Finn aep Dabairr, regurgitating the words she had often heard during childhood. ‘Only those lacking sense,’ her father would spit with pure contempt, ‘would trust the word of a dh’oine.’

Scroll 3: Yet, her father had long since changed his tune regarding the humans. Or, at least, altered his pitch. For he had used a magical orb of insight to witness shimmers of the future, and saw that war with the ape-men would only lead to the annihilation of elves.

Scroll 4: Not wanting to lead his kind to their deaths, Simlas swallowed his pride and entered a peace treaty with the humans, hoping the act would save the elves from massacre. Unfortunately, he could not halt the incoming destruction, as forces both within and without conspired against him. And one such force bore the face of his unruly daughter.

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