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roselyn-writing · 11 months ago

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Finally, After a month of working on Adeleois/Rakan lore, I managed to wrote it 😁. Let’s get started now!

Name: Rakan (Mortal) Adeleois (Mantle/Divine name).

Name meaning: In Arabic, Rakan means ‘noble’

Age: 450 Y.O.

Date of birth: 13 July. (791, In Virginian time and year).

Hair colour: Black (formerly) Silver (currently)

Eyes colour: Light Brown (formerly) Silver (currently). (Silver with violet and blue hues when he uses his powers.)

Aesthetics/Colours: Silver, Grey, Night aesthetics, moon aesthetic, moonlight, Bohemian aesthetic. Warrior aesthetics, pagan. Etc.

Favourite colours: Black, Silver, Navy blue, White.

Likes: to help people, being honest, practicing his Kophesh sword. Spread peace and justice. Loves to admire the moon. (In its every phase). Likes to read, eating healthy, Lover of mountains, lover of nature, lover of caves.

Hates: liars, bigots (Hate them with his VERY heart), Thieves, murderers, abusers, racists, Racism, Wars, and etc.

Favourite food: Beef Barley soup with roasted veggies, Mushrooms salad, Porridge. Tea, coffee, hot beverages. Bread and cheese, chocolate muffin. Beef chops.

Least favourite food: Ice cream (any flavour).

Wardrobe/outfits:

“I will defend the defenseless and protect the innocent till my last breath!” ——- Adeleois’s quote, The moon warrior.

🗡️The lore 🌕

CW: Gore and blood, Bigotry and etc.

In the glorious mountain Kythera of Virginia. An ancient place filled with power and wonder. Where the only worthy will be bestowed upon such power of divinity and wisdom.

There, on top of the mountain and beyond is fit place for living, There is a tribe called So’lar they worship and venerate the sun, They deem all other sources of light inferior.

They disrespect the people who worship the stars, the planets, the sky, but the most people who are tortured and disrespected by them; were the people who worship the moon. They are called the ‘Moon’aris’ and the Sun worshippers are called ‘Sun’aris’

The Sun’aris always call other people who worship and venerate other things ‘Lestsi’ which means: ‘Blasphemers’ or ‘Heretics’ or ‘unbelievers’

The Sun’aris took a lot of prisoners of the Moon’aris and tortured them until they abandoned their beliefs and converted to their religion, and worship the sun like them.

Rakan, was born in a place closer to the So’lar. But he found his way into the tribe because of the tribe scouts, They brought him there as a baby and decided to welcome him into the tribe.

They made sure to tell him of their ‘glorious’ religion when he grew up. And they did. They taught him everything they want. And they did the same to other children.

Rakan grew up into the So’lar tribe. He learned their ways and embraced them. He thought they are true and righteous until the day that changed his life forever.

Rakan, Who is 16 years old, He saw the scouts of the tribe brought a few people of the Moon’aris, They were two women and a man.

They were tortured brutally because they refused to abandon their beliefs. Rakan and his best friend: Andreas, they were traumatised by this.

They saw the tribe leader: Alexander, shoving his hand into the woman’s throat and pulled her vocal cords out along with other soft bloody tissues. She screamed loudly, in pain and horror; it was a macabre sight, the floor was painted in a crimson canvas of the innocent woman’s blood, she was tortured brutally, she gurgled loudly, trying to summon a cry of help and plea but she couldn’t, because her vocals cords were pulled out of her throat, Rakan changed forever. He doesn’t want to be a part of this tribe. He winced in pain at that sight and it was forever in his mind.

That sight was enough to haunt Rakan for the rest of his life, The woman was still alive when the leader tortured her like that.

Rakan and Andreas were best friends from their younger days, They ate together, played together and even studied together, They were known as ‘brothers in arms’ and they friendship was strong, one time, Andreas saved his friend Rakan from a stampede of the desert beasts. Their bond became much stronger ever since.

One day, Rakan was admiring the full moon in the night, Andreas, once again, warned him that he shouldn’t get caught while watching and admiring the moon, Rakan noted and left, after that, He heard a voice, it told Rakan he should climbed the mountain and he will see something he need. Rakan, begrudgingly agreed, He climbed the mountain with the man, After he and the man reached the mountain top.

Rakan felt something strange yet beautiful, He was admiring the full moon again. Suddenly, A bright and blinding light of the moon came down on Rakan, Bathing him in the moonlight, He felt his flesh wrought anew, reborn in the moonlight as a beacon; ready to fight for justice and the truth, it felt like eons then it dissipated, Rakan saw his reflection on the glassy rocks of the mountain, He noticed his face and everything about him changed, His looks, his body and everything thing, There are even tattoos and crescent moon mark on his forehead and body.

Fully adorned with armor made of moonlight and bestowed upon the powers of the moon. Rakan decided to use his newfound powers to protect the innocent, defend the defenseless and bring justice to the land of Kythera, He took his Kophesh sword that was made from moonlight and dashed like a moonlight meteorite to fight for freedom and justice.

Rumors and words spread alike, about a new moon warrior. That came to rescue the other people who aren’t worshipping the sun and thus being oppressed by the Sun’aris, The Sun’Aris deeply loathed this new information and they decided to search for this warrior and kill him on sight.

The leader of the Sun’aris knew of Rakan disappearance but he didn’t care at all. He thought that he died or something. But he didn’t knew that Rakan became the next Moon Warrior that is protecting the oppressed people who aren’t worshipping the sun. He is protecting morning, noon and night. He didn’t tire while doing so.

The leader of the Sun’Aris: Alexander, didn’t believe his eyes or ears, when his scouts told him of a new aspect of the moon, His eyes widened, his mouth fell agape as he tried to process their words. He even asked them again.

“Is this true?” He inquired.

They all nodded, Their faces tell the answer. “Yes, It is.”

“Yeah, He is Rakan,” one of the scouts volunteerd.

In pure anger, He threw his pen and everything on his desk on the floor. He looked terrified and confused. He looked at his scouts but they didn’t answer him let alone reacted to his meltdown. They bowed their heads and excused themselves to leave.

Alexander vowed that he will kill this new moon warrior, and he will bathe in his blood to satisfy his hatred and anger.

It was from that moment, Alexander made Andreas hate his best friend: Rakan, He managed to poison Andreas’s hearts and made him feel ‘abandoned’ and ‘betrayed’ by his so-called best friend: Rakan.

Andreas began to hate Rakan, He began to train more and more to prove himself the best warrior in mounth Kythera, He even became the aspect of the sun himself: Sunayois

Rakan or preferred to be called Adeleois, He is protecting the people of Moon’ari, Satarins and other people who worship other things, This made Alexander even more angrier and hateful.

Adeleois was excellently deluding the Sun’aris attacks and traps, He even killed them when they refused to leave him alone, bloods on his hands, his armor and on his Kophesh, So his hands are pretty much tied. He was forced to kill, he disliked killing,

The Sun’aris vowed to find Adeleois and kill him, but they couldn’t defeat him if they found him, He was far too powerful for them. He is strategic, calm, and patient unlike Sun’aris, they were brash, aggressive and aren’t strategic at all.

Adeleois is threatened with death and torture, but he didn’t care at all, his devotion was set aflame when he saw there are people who needed him, people who would pray for a saviour and Adeleois answered their prayers, His life isn’t important when he saw the numbers of people being tortured and killed for what they believe in, and —Lady Selene, The beautiful and benevolent woman who is currently the Queen of the Moon’aris. She needed him, They needed him.

It had been years of war between the Sun’aris and Adeleois, the latter managed to unite the Moon’aris, the sky worshippers, Thee satarins, and the planets worshippers to join him and aid him against those monsters, who will oppress anyone that does not convert to their religion.

All are united against the Sun’aris, The battle was fierce, bloody, merciless for the Sun’aris and yet they couldn’t win at all, because, they weren’t strong and united enough to win against Adeleois and his allies, Adeleois announced that the previous Adeleois was Andreas’s father, He was shocked when he knew that Alexander killed his father. Andreas turned on Alexander, Thus, Rakan and Andreas are friends again.

In the end, Adeleois and his allies won, Adeleois banished Alexander from Mount Kythera, The latter went to another place where he can live with his beliefs and etc, he lived alone and died alone.

Thus, All races and other people who have different religions lived together and in peace, giving way to a new era of peace and harmony and prosperity among all other people and religions.

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elfboyeros · 6 months ago

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“Klaus went missing on the 15th of March, Cobalt is murdered on the 23rd, 9 days later. Klaus was married to Greyson, Cobalt was a close friend, right? What if -just hear me out," Loki babbled on, as she and Amora sat on their bed talking about possible theories on Cobalt’s death, “Cobalt loved Greyson and wanted to be with him, but Klaus killed and went into hiding because he murdered someone?!”

“Cobalt?” Amora asked the ghostly man sitting in her desk chair.

“Couldn’t have happened, I’m straight,” He replied, “I was also happily married to my lovely Primrose before death.”

Amora shook her head before looking back at Loki, “Straight, and happily married.”

“So, no love affair and no girlbossing wife,” Loki sighed, crossing off the theories of a list in a little notebook, “The last thing I got on my list is Ms. Thornton, could she have done it?”

“No!” Cobalt exclaimed, “Just as I loved Primrose, I loved Lilybeth just as much if not more! She would not have killed me; I refuse that notion!”

Amora shook her once more, “He wouldn’t believe it if it were true,” she replied, “Besides he’s seen Lilybeth, and he doesn’t have a bad vibe… he just gets sad.”

“I’ve died and my daughter has become a beautiful young lady, I’m sorry my depression is an inconvenience,” Cobalt sassed.

“I think we should stop for right now,” Amora sighed, “This is just getting us nowhere.”

Loki huffed, “Maybe we are looking in the wrong place?” she questioned, getting a confused look from Amora and even Cobalt, “We are trying to link Klaus with Cobalt, yet we know nothing about Klaus, maybe if we start looking into Klaus when can find out why he is missing which could lead to us finding out why Cobalt died.”

“So, we have to find Klaus,” Amora asked.

“Basically,” Loki answered making Amora groan into her pillow, “Or at least try to.”

“How are we supposed to do that?! We are students, moreover, we are seniors?! How the hell are we supposed to find an old man who has been missing for 15 years when we’ll have midterms in like 3 weeks!” Amora exclaimed sitting up before gesturing to Cobalt, “I’d rather be stuck with him! At least he’ll tell me if I’m failing my Trigonometry final!”

Cobalt shook his head before scoffing as Loki held in her laughter, clearing her throat, “Maybe you just need a little break for the ghost investigations,” the British girl posed, “Come with me into town tomorrow.”

“I thought you were going out with Lance,” Amora muttered.

Loki shrugged, “he said he wanted to hang out with Odis, and Luther said he was going to study with Iphigenie for their current events test, so I’m on my own tomorrow unless you come.”

Amora thought for a moment, spending 2 weeks on campus with Cobalt over her shoulder with no results in their little investigation seemed to put both of them on edge with each other. The thought was nice, being able to explore the town on Solostica would be nice too. The American girl looked to her ghostly companion who shrugged as if to say he didn’t care either way.

“I mean either way I’m going,” Loki remarked, holding a large strand of her hair, the green dye faded a good amount making it a sickly pale color, “I’m getting this hair dye!”

“I’ll go with you.”

Loki smiled, “Terrific!”

The next morning the two girls woke up after sleeping in, Cobalt did what he had been doing every morning, exiting the room to give them privacy, before they left. While walking down the paths leading to the exit of campus, Calliope passed by seeming running for her life.

“Calliope, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” She huffed, her cheerleading bag slamming into her side as she looked back at the two girls, “If anyone asked you didn’t see me!”

Loki and Amora looked at her confused as she ran to the main campus, she was already for cheerleading practice and yet she was running away from where they normally practice, the roommates looked at each other and shrugged before leaving campus, as Calliope ran through the halls of the large schoolhouse, slowing her pace as she reached the great music room were Odysseus, Lance, and Solomon resided inside. Solomon played the harp in the corner as Odysseus sat on one of the choir risers beside Lance, his light blue Guitar in his lap.

“Calliope, everything okay?” Lance asked, her panting at the door to the music room catching his attention.

Solomon stopped playing as all three of the boys waited for a response.

“I was the first one at practice today!” she huffed, “No one else was there. So, ha…. Huh… ha I left.”

“Calliope, if you want to quit the cheer team—” Solomon began because Calliope let out a laugh.

“And piss off Cassiopeia, not a chance!” Calliope replied, “I do that just by existing.”

“And skipping practice,” Odysseus commented, “Either way she is going to be pissed off at you.”

“The only reason she started the cheer team was to watch Roux practice football,” She huffed, “I don’t know why I had to be involved.”

She toddled over to Solomon’s place in the corner, dejectedly, “If it bothers you this bad, just quit,” Solomon remarked.

“If you quit, you can actually but in the campaign again!” Lance added with a smile, “I’ve missed Ruelle the cleric ever since the last time you played with us.”

Calliope smiled, “That’s a great idea.”

In the town center of Solostica’s city center with its cobblestone streets and its many small and hidden shops and convenience stores Loki and Amora stared at the many boxes, containers, tubes, jars, and pouches of hair on the shelf in front of them. All are color-coded and pleasing to the eye. Many brands Amora had never heard of before.

“I wish I had hair like yours,” Loki sighed.

“Mhm?” Amora hummed.

The British girl pointed to her roots, growing in a dark color of her roots where her green pieces used to be after tossing a boxed bleach in her little basket, “I need to get a bleach kit so the green will take on roots. If you dyed your hair any kind of fun colors, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh,” Amora replied, chuckling, “Bellamy dyed her once, it was purple. I remember asking my mom if I could dye my hair with her because she said it looked “so bad” and I remember it started a huge argument with my mom… she did not want me to dye my hair.”

Loki hummed, before pointing to all the boxes of hair dye, “Wanna give it a try?” she asked with a smirk painted across her lips, “’cause mummy isn’t here.”

Amora looked at all the hair dyes on the shelf, then back at Loki, who grinned down at her, “Alright! Let’s do it!” she replied, grabbing a random box off the shelf.

“Alright, but we don’t want to use that,” Loki replied, taking the box out of Amora’s hands and putting it back on the shelf, “If you want red, you should go with this one.”

Loki pulled a small box off the shelf with a simple pale green color and labeled named Deathly dyes, the color was called Lover’s Haze. Amora nodded as Loki looked at the green section before quickly grabbing a jar from the same brand but in a dark green color and walking toward the check-out counter.

They left the little convenience store before venturing around the town center some more, going into different little stores and shops not really buying anything but enjoying being off campus as well as each other's company.

Stopping by Vixen Café to grab a little something to eat, while also getting to see Iphigenie in action at work and Luther sitting outside working on a paper for one of his classes, aided by caffeine and chocolate croissant.

While stopped at an intersection, Amora stared at the beach which Loki noticed.

“You wanna go to the beach?” Loki asked.

Amora nodded and once the intersection was clear to cross, the two of them headed to the beach. Shoes were taken off and bags were dropped by the cement walk leading to the sands. Clean beige sand between their toes, with the smell of sea salt in the air and a light breeze.

Loki watched Amora from afar as she enjoyed the breeze and the salty air against her face. There is something so scenic about Amora, wearing a genuine smile as she heard the sounds of the ocean and waves crashing into the shore, enjoying the breeze as it moves her cardigan. Loki had never been fond of the beach, life events had turned memories of going to the beaches in England into reminiscences said rather not think about, however now staring at Amora the beach is no longer a place Loki wants to stay away from, rather a place she wants to stay if nothing above to keep seeing Amora smile a genuine smile.

But the skies won’t let wants become reality

“Amora we should get going!” Loki called, “It’s going to rain!”

Once at the back on campus, it was already drizzling, and when in the safety of their dorm room, pulling one of the girl's desk chairs into the bathroom, and sitting it in front of the sink and mirror.

“Is he around?” Loki asked, pulling out all the hair dye and other tools on the bathroom counter after bleaching the front pieces of her hair.

“No, he's probably still mad from yesterday,” Amora answered as she put on an old shirt the British girl gave her before hearing her scoff, “Or he’s just wandering.”

“Come sit,” Loki called as Amora made her way to the bathroom.

Amora entered the bathroom where Loki had some of her favorite music playing at a low volume, in an extremely old shirt covered in blotches of bleach and a pair of gym shorts, waiting for the young American girl a hand resting on the desk chair beside her and a foot resting against her calf.

“You wanna do the whole head or just a section?” Loki asked as Amora sat down.

“Uhm….I don’t know, what do you think?” Amora replied.

Loki hummed softly, “Let’s do your bangs, and your little front pieces, yeah?”

Amora nodded, as Loki opened the Lover’s Haze box and quickly read the instructions before plopping the dye into a mixing bowl, “Ready?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!”

Loki took the hair dye brush and began painting the pinkish dye on to Amora golden strains of hair, “Is Cobalt annoying at all?” the British teen asked.

“I mean sometimes, he makes math harder than it should be,” Amora answered, “Honestly he acts like my dad. Not like my dad, but he acts like a dad, which I know he is one, but we’ve only known each other for like a month he’s very fatherly, protective almost.”

Loki hummed curiously, “Like when I was in the library trying to figure out how to help him the talk I told you about everything, the Librarian—”

“Iphigiene’s weird ass mom?”

“Yes! He knocked over a stack of books to help me escape just to yell at me when I was safe!”

Loki chuckled, “And he’s an ass!” Amora groaned, “Telling me my math isn’t right when I do my homework but he won’t tell me what I’m doing wrong! And and and he makes little comments when I’m talking to people like his commentary is soooo important!”

“Oh! What does he say about me?” Loki asked, walking around her to get the other side of her hair.

“Chickadee, do you know, Loki stares at you often?”

“Have you realized that you are the only person she actively smiles at?”

“Loki seems fond of you.”

“Aw, she gave you her jumper because you were cold.”

“You too are quite cute together.”

Amora’s face flushed, remembering just a few of the many things that Cobalt had commented over the past two weeks, the all-around consuming feeling of simply enjoying being around Loki. The overwhelming feeling of a crush!

“H-he just make comments about... how helpful you are,” Amora answered, fumbling with her words before jumping at her phone ringing.

A single windchime emoji on the caller ID for a video call, answering Bellamy’s call with a smile and rosy cheeks, “Hey girly, what does Edgar like to play he hates the puff balls Jane likes to play with. I--” Amora could only see Bellamy’s light blue roots once she answered the call, before she looked at her phone wide-eyed, “WOAH! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DYING YOUR HAIR?! And where did you get that shirt?”

Amora looked down at the shirt she was wearing to protect her skin from bright red hair dye, a faded black T, and the graph for the band Oasis horribly faded. “It’s Loki’s, we’re doing this kind of spontaneity.”

“ ‘Ello Bellamy,” Loki commented, grabbing Amora’s bangs.

“Shit, she’s British!” Bellamy squealed, “Eee, your girlfriend is such a cutie, Amora!”

“Girlfriend?” Loki mused, “What have you been telling her, lovely?”

“Bella! She isn’t my girlfriend, she is my roommate!” Amora shrieked her face turning the same color as her hair dye.

“Roommate, girlfriend same different,” Bellamy shrugged.

“I like her already,” Loki muttered with a smirk.

“Amora what does Edgar like to play with?”

“Uhm… He likes the crinkly toys.”

“Got it got it,” Bellamy replied while throwing a couple of toys in her cart, “Is ther anything else I need to get for the boy, besides his special wet food?”

“I don’t think so,” Amora replied, “How are things back home?”

“Reese got kicked out of school,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly.

“WHAT!”

“Yeah,” Bellamy shrugged, “Mortemore had been shit-talking him since everything happened, Reese decided to punch him out in the hallway, and he got his ass expelled.”

Loki clicked her tongue, “Serves him right,” she mumbled.

“I told Mortemore I would bake him a coffee cake,” Bellamy added, “As a thank you.”

“Oh, he’ll love that!” Amora replied with a small smile.

“All right, I only called to see what Edgar liked to play with,” Bellamy remarked, “I’ll text you later!”

“Bye Bellamy,” Amora replied, hanging up her phone.

Loki finally set the hairbrush in the sink, “You need to sit with it for 30 minutes.”

Amora nodded, getting up and leaving the bathroom, “What have you been telling Bellamy, for her to call me your girlfriend?” Loki chucked putting her head in the sink bowl.

Amora’s face became hotter, before covering her face, “I HAVEN’T TOLD HER ANYTHING!” She yelped, “I just told her that I had a grungecore roommate that was nicer then I thought, and I told her about hanging out with you during school!”

Loki hummed raising her head out of the sink, “You look cute when are all flustered,” she remarked with a smirk before putting her head back in the sink.

Amora blushed even more before going to sit on her bed and wait for the time to wash her the dye out of her hair as Loki dyed her hair green. Once everything was all said and done, Amora stared at herself in the mirror her bangs and the large chunks of hair that she kept resting off her shoulders a nice pinky-red color.

“You like it?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!” Amora said with a smile, “Thanks Loki.”

“Anytime, lovely.”

Once cozy in her bed in the early morning Amora left a heavy weight on top of her, groggily waking up to the intense stare of Cobalt an odd and wicked grin, “I have a lead!”

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rubberduckyrye · 11 months ago

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I need you all to understand that:

WaveMaker is an awesome program and it actually shows you how many words you've written in a day! Please check it out I'm in love with it. Also here is my Tutorial on how to manually sync up your files so you can write your projects on any device. It also copies and pastes well into Gdocs and LibreOffice. No I will not shut up about how cool this online program thing is.

It has only been March 30th for about 5 hours and I've already written almost 3k words.

Have I--Have I found the insanity again? Can I write 12k words in a single day???? I'm almost a 4th of the way there--

#The plot twist is I'm sleepy now is my problem.#I have the stupid Sleepy Disease Aaaaaa #My despair Disease is the sleepy disease #because I'm so much more productive when I'm not a sleepy bitch #Do you know how insane I can be if I'm not nerfed by the sleepies?????#Damn these sleepies....#You really do not understand how much of a nerf this is for me #you've ALL seen what happened when I went nuts on Chasing the Voided Moon #I wrote 50K in a WEEK.#A WHOLE NANOWRIMO. IN A FUCKING WEEK.#Can you imagine if I wasn't nerfed #can you imagine if I could pump out novel-length fics and original ficiton #Imagine if I could write 2-3k a day consistently. Imagine.#And then once in a blue moon #10k a day #My insanely fast thinking and typing are so NERFED. NEEEERFEEEED.#please god remove my nerfs so I can be powerful

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gwen-tolios · 2 years ago

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You press your hands to your face, hiding your eyes. You know it's Hera before you, but as the goddess of marriage she's taken on the form of your ideal wife. *Your* wife, and it's hard to hear a woman who looks and sounds like Nikoleta say to your face she wants a divorce.

"I'm not sure I'm the lawyer for you, my Hera," you say. "Surely there's a single man who can help you better?"

"Spiros," Hera says, and her voice is Nikoleta's high alto, the voice she uses when she's placing dinner on the table and serving in the bedroom, "I need a husband to represent me. And I know Athenian law doesn't apply to Olympians, so don't make that argument either."

By the end, her voice is different and her face is wrinkled. Not Nikoleta, but your mother Eva and she's smiling with the doting look she'd give her husband Dimitri every time he brought her a shawl.

"I need you to be my lawyer because you are everything Zeus is not. You are a kind and loyal husband. You make Nikoleta meals and take the children to the park. You satisfy her in bed, and when the chance came for you to cheat, you choose not to."

You blush, remembering the looks of your boss's secretary as she led you to meetings. The slide of a phone number across the counter of your regular lunch spot.

"My divorce from Zeus is simply a side effect of what I'm trying to do, and you're perfect for the job, Spiros. I promise."

"And what are you trying to do?"

"I'm the Goddess of Marriage, certainly that means I should represent it's current expression. Embody a healthy balance of work and vulnerability. And showcase that you should never, ever feel compelled to stay in a toxic relationship. For some marriages, divorce is the right answer. So I'll lead by example, divorce my cheating husband, and enter into a new marriage. One that reflects the mutual respect between modern Greek couples. Such as you and Nikoleta."

"Are you saying I'm a better model of a husband than Zeus?"

Hera laughs. "Most people are. But this isn't about Zeus, he will always be king and sky and lightening. Those things are unchanging. Marriage, however, is a reflection of culture. And so I'll shift with it. Who knows?"

She leans back in the chair, rolling her torso to draw attention to her breasts. "Maybe my next marriage will be to a woman. Those are on the rise. Or perhaps another man, but declare the marriage open. Maybe...two spouses. One of each. Greeks have so little concern about bisexuality, and as a Goddess of Marriage I have to set an example for all who worship me. Weren't you and Nikoleta looking for a third?"

You swallow. "I sincerely doubt we'd satisfy you, my Hera."

"You never know."

"I'll speak to her."

Hera leans forward in her chair, face shifting again to Nikoleta's. "That's what satisfies me, Spiros. The communication you have with your wife. How all decisions are joint. It makes you the perfect lawyer for my needs. We'll see about anything else later."

You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

#writing prompts #gwen writes #greek mythology #hera #modern greek gods #fantasy short story #short story #original ficiton #writeblr

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miakate-writes · 1 year ago

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Juniper Sloan

"Juniper had always been that boy in the back of the class with the bright eyes and beautiful smile that could make even the coldest day warm again. He looked at life like a challenge, like a bucket list of things he could say he had done. He covered himself in oversized jumpers and random notes on paper and countless pairs of high-tops. Juniper did everything with no care in the world, so much so that sometimes Maeve found herself wondering if his brain was formed the same as hers. Did he have one less part of his brain? The part that conducted all of Maeve’s overthinking, did he not have that?"

#juniper sloan #oc #original character #original story #writerblr #calling all writers #writing inspiration #characters #ficitonal characters #chaotic academia #chaotic academia aesthetic #fantasy books #young adult books #friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers trope #soulmates #soulmates trope

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dearestaeneas · 2 years ago

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Epilogue.

For a moment, the world burned with the deepest orange before fading to blue. The little rat loved the dark, although his already blurred vision became all the more useless. His whiskers and nose did well to steer him in the right direction as he made sure to take the appropriate time to mourn the loss of the burning light’s rainbow. It did not matter that it would be back tomorrow: The specific moments he savored could never truly be repeated, simply recreated in a similar likeness.

The little rat squeaked with delight just thinking about it.

He did not wonder at just how many of those bright and colorful moments he had left, because such a thought served no purpose. There was no answer that could change the wonder he was so blessed to marvel at, leaving no reason to ask the question in the first place.

Despite its age, the rain and the wet hadn’t fully infiltrated his home. The beams he scurried across remained dry, the older ones occasionally creaking quietly, but respectfully, under his weight. He appeared to be in a great rush, finding himself back on the ground floor in far less time than it took him to leave it.

He exited the wall, running toward the study.

Pappappappappap!

The little rat heard the squeaking before he could make out his fellow little round shapes. Before him lay a carnival: several smaller rats fought playfully as those around them fed or curled themselves into one another as they slept. Although the little rat’s home was now dark, pale moonlight shone into the room through the tall, arched windows. As the moon rose, more and more of the sleeping little bodies began to stir.

Before long, the little rat found himself in the middle of the colony, squeaking enthusiastically. He fed on beetles that crawled their way across the walls of his home, as well as seeds that fell through broken windows from trees. Some of his meal even consisted of raspberries that had begun to grow across the house’s front stoop. As he ate with his friends in the home he loved, the little rat forgot the grief he’d felt thinking about his fleeting glance at the sun.

He did not hold still for long- none of them did. The little rat scurried about, pouncing on his companions and swishing his tail back and forth excitedly. He didn’t like to be alone and only did so at sunset. Although, as he played and squeaked and ran, he wished he could share all of his life with those around him.

If only they knew! If only they knew the wonders the house had for them, just waiting to be found! To be loved!

But wouldn’t it be cruel to disturb their sleep? No, maybe it was okay to keep such a treasure to himself. He would not force his choice on those he loved, and instead began to wonder what treasures he could possibly be missing out on.

His home did not love him less for not knowing all the marvels it had to offer, did not love his friends less for not knowing the beauty of the chandelier at sunset.

The little rat’s little feet pattered against the wooden floor, smooth and worn after years of those who came before him.In a sea of identical little noises, his own little pappappappappap! added to that legacy. Those who were to come after him would not know his unique squeaks or the way his specific feet sounded, but they would know their own, acting as a similar enough likeness.

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romanwitchgirl · 2 years ago

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Act II

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~Helios’s POV~

As soon as I charged, the rest of my friends followed. Morta and Ash stayed calmly in place, but they were ready. Morta send a shockwave Vix’s way, but he knocked it away with a blast of wind. They engaged in magickal combat, slowly floating off the surface like they did the first time. Celestial was firing arrows in volleys, but most of them were knocked aside. Andromeda and I fought Ash. He had the most skill with a weapon I had ever seen and successfully fought off Andromeda and I alone. Andromeda kept on whirling around with her knives, both infused with her magick. Her eyes slightly glowed like a supernova, but they still couldn’t compare to Morta’s. I tried to push him down my whacking my two swords in any way I knew how, but nothing worked. One sword, parried it. Two swords, blocked it. Andromeda and I both went at him at the same time, he knocked one of Andromeda’s knives out of her grip before going after me.

We fought for what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes. Our swords clashed, creating a waterfall of sparks that rained down on the field around us. I tried to focus on the battle going on between Ash and I, but I kept looking to the side to see how my friends were doing. Celestial brought out a knife and started to help Andromeda distract Ash, but Morta trapped Celestial in a cage for the time being. I knew she could get out, but I was still worried. Andromeda was using her knife and magick to try and distract Ash, but she seemed to be looking up to the sky at Morta and Vix.

Morta and Vix were a light show. Blue and white versus red and black. Shadow tendrils shot out of the Earth to get Vix, but he kept blocking them with air. He shot ice daggers at Morta, but none of them hit their mark. Since that didn’t work, he landed on the ground and formed two knives out of ice, and grabbed them. Morta landed in front of him, her eyes still aglow. She used her staff and they engaged in a one-on-one battle. Andromeda ran over to help Vix with her knives, picking up the one she lost along the way. She projected a star blast at Morta, but she put up a shield just in time. The star blast dissipated and Morta went after Andromeda instead of Vix. I could see a gleam in her eye like she had a plan. Morta pounded on Andromeda, the intent to kill. Ash caught on to this plan that I couldn’t find and left to go attack Andromeda as well. She was soon overwhelmed by Morta and Ash, the magick from Morta was too strong to fight off. Vix helped where he could, but he couldn’t get in close without being flung across the field.

Andromeda was on the ground in seconds, her knives scattered. Morta had stepped aside and fought Vix again after realizing that Ash could handle Andromeda alone. I was too far away to help, and I was afraid that if I did things wouldn’t end out nicely for me. Since Andromeda had no weapon, Ash went in for the killing blow aiming his sword at her chest. Vix saw this and used the winds to propel himself forward, catching the blade before it could strike Andromeda in the chest.

“VIX!” I yelled from across the field.

His body was laying on the ground, blood pooling out of his chest. Ash had taken the sword out as soon as possible, letting him bleed out. Andromeda got up and cradled his head in her lap, the light fading from his eyes. Morta was nowhere to be found, so I couldn’t focus on that. Celestial was trying to get free out of her magick cage. I ran over to Vix and Andromeda, looking at my best friend dying before me.

Vix said his last words, “The most dangerous thing is to love.”

Andromeda cried over his death. In his last moments, he confessed his love to her, but he couldn’t be alive to have a relationship. Tears were streaming down our faces as Andromeda closed his eyes, laying him down on the grass. We were both filled with something more from his death. We were going to avenge it.

Morta came back into sight a few moments later, not giving us time to pick up the broken pieces inside of us from watching our friend die. She focused on Andromeda, so I went back to my fight against Ash. We fought harder than we did before, my blade and energy fueled by anger and vengeance. Vix had died because of Ash, and I was going to make him pay. Celestial was still trapped, but almost free. She was using her magick to break through the cage.

I spared a glance to see what Morta and Andromeda were up to. They were in a grueling battle of knives versus magick. Morta kept going after her, blow after blow, strike after strike. I turned my attention back to Ash. We fought like maniacs, blades crunching and crashing and sending shockwaves through the air. The metal collided with a bang and screech each time we deflected each other’s blows. I started to put my magick into my swords, each blade glowing with power. Ash’s eyes glowed for a moment and he disappeared from sight. I barely blocked his blow from behind me. He could shadow travel.

“So, Morta’s not the only one that can use magick,” I confronted him between pants and blows.

“No, she’s not,” he growled through gritted teeth.

We pressed even harder against each other. Our blows got bigger and faster, getting more powerful by the second. We spun around the field, our bodies twisting and turning on our blades. We somehow got our way over to Andromeda and Morta, still in a standoff of magick and knives. Andromeda parried and blocked every shadow and magick blast that was thrown her way, fueled by Vix’s sacrifice. Her eyes were all white and her body was charged with magick. Her knives glowed like the stars in the sky, making a new sight for us to watch.

Morta’s magick was strong, but Andromeda’s was made of revenge and sadness, two very strong emotions when used in the right way. They fought hard, sweat dripping off of their faces. Blow after blow was exchanged between the two. Morta parried her blows with her staff, shooting shadow after shadow at Andromeda. She held her knives so hard her knuckles turned white. Soon, Andromeda was tiring and it was noticeable. Her arms drooped and her magick got sloppy. Her aim was off.

Sparing a glance from their battle, I looked behind Ash to find that Celestial was gathering her bow, aiming for Morta. She nocked an arrow, the silver arrowhead glinting in the sun. The string was pulled back and she aimed. Celestial let go of the string and the arrow went flying, but Morta saw it. She blocked it but fell down from Andromeda in the process.

Andromeda towered over Morta, a charge of star magick gathering in her hands. I could see from here that Morta smirked. She pulled a blade out of her boot and stabbed Andromeda in the gut with the small blade. The magick on her hands dissipated as she fell to her knees, red blood flowing out of her gut and through her fingers.

“Before I kill you, I want you to know something before someone sacrifices themselves for you,” Morta said while crouching down to her level.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Andromeda glared at Morta’s crimson eyes with all of the energy she had.

“A hero would sacrifice you for the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world for you,” Morta said before pulling out the blade in her gut and stabbing her in the chest.

Was Morta talking about me? Was I the hero in her quote?

“No!” Celestial screamed.

We had lost two friends to these villains. Morta had to be stopped first, her magick was too powerful. I left my fight with Ash to go to Morta.

“You wish to fight me now, Helios?” Morta growled out.

“Let’s give it a try,” I panted.

We struck at the same time, our weapons ringing at the touch of the other.

“I never understood why you threw me out that day, Helios,” Morta admitted as we exchanged blows.

“I did what was best for my people,” I answered.

“No, you did what was best for you. You thought I was too powerful, too dark. In Alfhiem, you can’t be dark. Everything is sunshine and rainbows. In the Darklands, it’s night all the time. The only sun I see is when it rises over the hill of Alfhiem. I never get sun anymore. I live off of the light of the moon. I feed on the darkness,” Morta replied with seething anger.

“Yes, that may be true, but I felt bad about it after. I realized what I did, but I could never bring it up. I’m the Crown Prince, I can’t make mistakes,” I said, pushing on my blades and energy to fight faster.

Morta parried just as fast. She was dripping sweat, but so was I. I couldn’t look at Ash and Celestial fighting, but I knew it would be one heck of a fight.

“I’ve made mistakes and I’m a Queen,” Morta admits with a renewed vigor.

“What would those be?” I asked her.

“Trusting people,” she accused.

“Why would that be such a bad thing?” I questioned.

“I trusted you, look what happened. You threw me out. I almost died that day and you did nothing about it,” she seethed.

“I made the mistake of trusting you in the first place. Look what happened. Now you’re a villain,” I almost screamed in her face.

She looked taken aback at my statement.

“You know the difference between us, Helios? You would protect everyone you know and everything you care about. You would gladly put yourself in front of a blade if it met Alfhiem was safe. Me, I don’t have to worry about anything. I know Ash can handle himself. I know that my people can handle themselves. They all know how to use at least one weapon. Knives, swords, spears, you name it. They all know how to fight. I don’t have to worry, so I can kill or sacrifice the world if I wanted to,” she spills as we keep fighting.

“Why would you do that? Why sacrifice the world?” I press.

“So I can make a better one,” she finalizes.

I continue fighting with her, swords against staff. I looked over to Ash and Celestial. My sister was fighting with knives and Ash still had his sword. They seemed to be in conversation with each other, I just don’t know what about.

“What do you do in your free time in the Darklands?” I ask, honestly curious.

“Assassinate,” she shrugs.

“How can you be so carefree about killing things?” I question bewildered.

“I do it for a living. What, you think I sit around and drink coffee all day? No, I have work to do. Then I fill out reports. In any free time, like when I’m not working at all, I train or sleep,” she confesses.

I continued to press her with my weapons, but we eventually moved over to Ash and Celestial. Close enough to hear the conversation.

“Ash, what happened to the big brother I used to see in you?” my sister asks.

“I ran because of your brother,” he says back.

“What did he do?” she says, not noticing that I’m here.

“He would discuss everything in the kingdom and I heard him talking about how he would change the laws. His new laws scared me as a ten-year-old,” Ash says.

“Helios, what did you do?” Morta growls.

“What do you mean?” I ask frantically.

“What. Did. You. Do?” she accents each word.

“I wanted to get rid of everyone that was different. I would have them executed if it were my way, but my mother made me just exile you that day. I wanted to kill you,” I admit, letting my dark side out.

“Even if I am a ruler of the Darklands, that is just harsh. You can’t just kill people because they’re different,” Morta scolds me and presses on my blade harder.

We continue to fight more, and our weapons catch. I hold my two swords in an X in front of me and Morta presses down with her staff. She channels magick into hers, so I put magick into mine. Our weapons glow, mine gold and her’s red. My eyes are glowing, I can see it in the reflection of my sword. Morta’s eyes go black for a split second, her strength overpowering mine. She knocks my swords to the floor and I roll to the side as she comes after me.

In an attempt to run, I make some magick illusions to keep Morta busy. She knows they’re fake, but she has to defeat them before getting to me. Momentarily distracted, I look over to Ash and Celestial.

Celestial is trying to talk to Ash from where she is on the ground, but her words don’t have an effect on him. I try to scream, shout, yell, anything, but my voice doesn’t work. Tears stream down my face as I look at my sister, helpless to save her. She’s crying, pleading with Ash to hear her, but he doesn’t. Ash pulls her up and Morta must know what he’s doing because she creates a wall right behind her. She’s pressed against the wall, immobile.

“Ash, listen to me!” she pleads over and over again.

He can’t seem to hear it. Morta’s not focused on me anymore, just on the wall holding my sister in place. I run and grab my swords, intent on killing Morta, but before I can even get close to her, I freeze in place from magick that I can’t break.

“Celestial!” I scream, tears streaming down my face like a river.

“Helios, I’m sorry,” she says.

“No! You can’t leave me!” I protest back.

“You’re going to have to live on without me, I’m sorry, big brother,” Celestial says.

I just cry for my lost sister. My eyes are blurry and my knees are weak.

“Celestial, I want you to know something. I choose to be a monster. Not because I didn’t want to be a hero like you, but because the world doesn’t deserve it,” Ash says.

Time seems to go in slow motion as he drives the blade into my sister’s chest. It pierces her heart and her head goes limp. I watch as she falls, her purple eyes devoid of light. Her blonde hair was matted from the dirt and grime, but she still fell with a smile on her face for me.

I couldn’t move, time seemed to stand still. Morta’s magick was no longer holding me in place, but I couldn’t move. I lost my sister and my best friends. I was alone in this battle. I watched as Morta stepped up to me, she wanted to be the one to kill me today. Ash stepped back and went away, probably to do something to Alfhiem. I couldn’t help anyone anymore.

“So, Helios, how does it feel for everything to be taken away from you?” Morta mocks.

“Is this what you felt like when I exiled you?” I ask in desperation.

“No, not exactly. Everyone’s grief is different. You just lost almost everyone that mattered to you. Ash is on his way with troops to destroy Alfhiem. He will personally execute your mother,” she deadpans on me.

“No! Not Alfhiem. You can hurt me all you want, just not my people!” I beg.

“You forget, Helios. I am a villain in your mind. Why should I spare you mercy?” she provoked.

“I don’t have a reason for you to spare me mercy, but the people of Alfhiem are innocent,” I tried to reason.

“They threw me out just as you did. They are as guilty as you are,” she says.

I hear the soldiers of the Darklands marching to Alfhiem. The steady beat of feet on the ground.

“Fine, I have a deal. Trial by combat. You kill me, do whatever you want. I incapacitate you and you have to spare my mother,” I bargain.

“I accept,” she steps forward and I grab her hand to shake.

I ready my swords and she levels her staff, already charging the tip with power. We go at each other at the same time, the sound of our weapons hitting the other nearly making a sonic boom. We clash, light against dark, black against gold. My gold blades ring out against her obsidian staff. She charges her staff with magick, as I do to my swords. They glow gold and her’s takes on a glow of blood.

We back up from each other and fire magick at the other, only her shadows swallow my sun blasts. I growl in frustration. I go all out, all my sadness, rage, anger, worry, and confusion in one blast. I nearly kill myself, but that’s beside the point. I pant in exhaustion, but Morta charges up a blast and swallows mine whole. She doesn’t look like that took her any energy.

She stalks towards me, her staff held high. A wall breaks out from behind me, shadow tendrils breaking from the ground and holding me in place. She fires a blast at me, one that I can’t block. It strikes me in the chest and I scream in pain. I hang my head from the draining fight.

“Now, about that deal,” Morta starts.

“What….About…..It?” I pant out, each word burning from my injuries.

“I think that I’m going to kill you without remorse,” she deadpans.

“You know? That’s not….the strangest……thing I’ve heard,” I retorted.

“Good, but your death will be painful, so buckle up,” she says and bashes her staff to my chest.

I can hear and feel my ribs shattering. I would scream, but I can almost tell that my lungs are filling with blood. When I breathe, a metallic taste fills my mouth. Blood. I cough it up, each one more painful than the last.

“Do you know what you said to me the day I left?” Morta says.

My brain was so foggy, I couldn’t think. I could barely catch on and process the words she was saying. If I had to guess, she was using magick to keep me alive so I could be her little puppet. She hit me again, her magick going straight for my gut. The next time she uses magick, it’s not directed at me.

She creates a swirl of shadows and they condense into forms of my dead friends. Vix first, Andromeda next, and I almost cry when I see Celestial.

“Why did you leave me to die?” fake Vix scolds.

“You let him die,” fake Andromeda accuses.

“No,” I mutter, the two-letter word barely audible.

“Big Brother, you left me at the mercy of Ash. I can’t forgive you,” fake Celestial growls.

I bawl at the sight of them. The sight of my dead friends. They don’t even look like them, but it’s heartbreaking. They’re just shadows, I chide myself.

“You let us die, you let us die,” the three shadows chant.

“No, I didn’t mean to,” my voice is raspy like I had just drank a glass full of sand.

“Are you sure you didn’t mean to?” Morta emerges from the shadows, destroying my fake friends.

I couldn’t speak, the lump in my throat too big. She lets the wall behind me drop and I fall to the ground, unable to move. The wall of shadows around us drops and I slowly get up on all fours to see Alfhiem in flames.

“I’m sorry,” I choke out.

“Are you sorry? Or do you just feel like it’s right to say sorry to something you’ve failed?” Morta hypothesizes.

“I don’t know,” I mumble.

Suddenly, a shadow forms before me in the shape of my mother.

“You let Alfhiem down, my son. You got your friends and sister killed. You killed my daughter! Think of Vix and Andromeda’s parents. They’re drowning in sorrow. You let everyone down!” the shadow screams at me.

“I’m sorry!” I wail.

“Your mother was executed a few minutes ago in front of the town,” Morta says.

“No! You said if you killed me you would execute her!” I try to yell, but it doesn’t get very far.

“You don’t have a chance, Prince Helios,” she chides.

She uses magick to help me stand and pulls a blade out of her boot. She calmly walks up to me and thrusts the blade into my heart and twists it. I scream in agony and pain. Sorrow overfloods my body.

Morta walked closer to my body as I lay in my own blood, the warm red liquid seeping into every inch of cloth on my body. The gush of blood just kept pouring out of my chest. She bent down, putting her lips right up to my ear.

She carefully whispered the last words I would ever hear, “Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.”

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#behind the trigger #orginal work #original ficiton #Chapter Ten

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