The Ink Puppeteers {closed/started}

crossroads · 2013-03-02T17:40:15Z

Behold. This Storybook is brought to you by a couple of members of The Ink Puppeteers Club - we have thought it through and we hope you will join and enjoy it. Please don't, though, if you don't think you'll be able to keep it on till the end. ~ The idea: Several writers end up all together in the world of their creations. ~ The Backstory You are a writer. A child or an adult or an old person, living in the world we know as our own - in any time period you choose - and writing is what you do, wether as your job or a hobby. One night, you fall asleep, with your notebook and your pen/quill in your hands, your mind full of ideas for the next chapter. You open your eyes, and though it's dawning, you are not home. The world around you is as real as any, scarily alien yet heartwarmingly familiar. It's the world of your mind, more or less, as you've now arrived to the very time and place of the last chapter you wrote. Furthermore, you found yourself very close to one of your characters - antagonist or protagonist, or a side character - and unable to leave no matter what you try. You can't destroy the notebook you happen to have with you either - you're the only one who can read it, yet if you destroy it, with it you will destroy the part of the world you're standing in, along with yourself in it. ~*~ You are a person. A magician, a member of royal family, a peasant or a slave, priest or wanderer, artist or grave robber or whatever crosses mind. You live your life, liking it or not, you connect with others, you explore your world. One night, you fall asleep - and as you wake up, everything is different. You are still in your world, and nothing around you has changed, yet you meet a person you feel strange connection to. It doesn't pass long, and you hear from that person the words you know you will never be able to forget. You find you are no more than a product of that person's mind, a character from a novel or story, or play or poem, made up by that strange foreign writer who somehow managed to enter your world. You are angry, or excited, or relieved or desperate - yet you have no choice. This person can control you, in a way, and you can't escape your very creator - you can't kill them either, for that will kill you as well. You are a Puppet, and the strange newcomer is the Puppeteer. ~*~ There are things that need to be done. Stories that need to be told. And with writers trapped in the world of their creations, nothing is sure to happen the way it was imagined to. And threats are not even those described in their writings, as if the evil and the antagonists are bad enough - for there are darker, powerful shadows of past lurking and waiting for the perfect moment to return. And the moment has never been closer. ~ The World The Project - This is the country where the SB takes place. The entire country is enclosed by a large wall, one that consumes anything and everything in its path. There is no known way to get rid of it, or even halt it. The wall is constantly shrinking and as a result, so is The Project. Small Towns: These towns are the life of the Land. They provide most of the resources to the cities. They are small, only about a fourth of the size of the large city, or a third of the size of the medium cities. 1. Ferusia- Futuristic City - This is the largest of the four small towns with a bustling population of about 10,000. Being neighbored by the extremely large mountain chain, the Cadavras Mountains, Ferusia’s specializes in mining minerals and ores. Geographically speaking, Ferusia is the smallest out of all the small towns. However, what it lacks in area, it makes up for with its buildings. Being able to mine precious metals, they were able to create advance techniques in housings, allowing them to make building above normal heights. Some of their tallest buildings are over 2km, called sky watchers. The tallest sky watcher stands at 2.5km tall. Other uses of their metals include strong weapons, armor, and furniture, as well as luxuries such as jewelry. 2. Marknam- Medieval City - The smallest of all the towns, the population of Markham is about 1500 people, many of which are military personnel. Specializing in farming and agriculture, they are the main source of food and medicinal herbs to the rest of the counties in The Project. They are surrounded on all sides by vast plains, all used for farming. A third of the citizens are spread out among these plains, while the rest of the population lives in the central town. In this part of the town, there is a large military presence, both for security of the town and the citizens themselves. While Markham is a small town, it has the training and resources to fuel a powerful fighting force. 3. Velso- Modern City - Velso is a pretty average sized town, holding around 6000 people. Many of the mechanical instruments found in other towns were created in Velso. While other towns grow or find resources, Velso is able to manufacture everything into new technology. They don’t find any resources themselves, so they rely on the bordering counties to provide for them. They thrive on the ideas of their manufacturers to make products that other countries will buy, like toilets. 4. Candira- Renaissance City - Candira is another average sized town, with just about a thousand less people than Velso. That being said it’s quite a bit larger. The average resident has much more living space that that of any other town. Being located near both a large ocean and a large oil reservoir, they are major exporters of water, paints, and gases. They are a very cultured bunch, a very artistically centered society. Being a painter, artist, musician, or actor can make you very big around these parts. They are not very big on war, so their army is very lackluster. They have a small, almost non-existent militia that acts as a makeshift police force for the small amount crimes that do occur. Medium Cities: These Cities are special, along with the Large City. These are cut, almost in half, by some unknown power, each side a different era. No one really knows how this happens, but over the ages, the ways of one side of the city seems to be different than the other. 1. Neveerem- Futuristic/Medieval – This city was quite a shock to most people in its early days. On the left half we find skyscraping sky watchers, while on the right we find castles and cottages prevalent. With a population of about 50,000, it is the larger of the two medium-sized cities. In the middle of this city is a tall spire, closely resembling that of a sky watcher, but made out of stone. No one knows what it does, or even what it holds, but it is there; perhaps it’s a symbol of the unity between the two people. Each side maintains their respective city type’s personality. 2. Miriam- Modern/Renaissance – Miriam is the smaller of the two medium cities. Once again, the city is cut in half, by powers unknown, left side being modern and the right being renaissance period. This city has about 40,000 citizens. There is another spire-like structure in the middle of the city, this one made out wood. It is surrounded by paintings and intricate glasswork that could only be made by the renaissance people. Once again, its purpose is unknown, but it’s still thought to act as symbol of unity. Each side maintains their respective cities personalities. Large Cities: 1. Celestalzia- Futuristic/Medieval/Modern/Renaissance – This is the pinnacle of the Land at this moment. Encompassing all four eras in its vast city, it holds an enormous 1 million within its borders. At the area where the four eras meet, a spire struts out and into the sky, high above even the tallest sky watcher, at over 5 km. Once again, no one knows what is inside there. Once again, all four eras retain their specific traits and qualities. The Air City Celest- Magical - This city is a city that not many people know of. This is the city that every creation in the Land (Project ) goes to that has an inch of magic, even if they don't know it yet. It rises above the entire land, and not one person who doesn't have magic knows about this city. The spires that rise above the land are gateways that people with magical capabilities are lured to it, and through the spires, they are transported to the Air City, Celest. It is a city that spirals throughout all of the Projects, and it can see all of the Wild. Maybe it will reveal the secrets of the Wild. The Wild: This is something that no one really knows about. It is a dark and frightening place that covers most of the Project. All four eras that are present in The Project have special traits with their respective Wilds. This is all of the information gathered on the areas and what is dangerous there. Futuristic: Through years of genetic experimentation, things have gotten a bit crazy here. It is the most mindboggling part of the Wild, with multi-colored spinnerets blurring your eyesight further in. These spiders are the most dominant insects in the forest, and it would be surprising to find massive colonies of them in one area. There are also some monsters that have ventured out of the futuristic era. There are twenty legged spider-looking freaks, though rare, that are dyed a sleek silver color. They’re armed with missile-looking spears tipped with poison that kill anything they come in contact with. There have been many buildings that have gone down because of these wicked beasts. There are also a giraffe-looking creature that are coal colored with fifteen different heads, each with one teeth, that will dislodge itself on the first thing that it comes into contact with, and after the tooth gets dislodged, the head dies. These are only two of the many that have ventured out of the Wild. We have only been able to learn a lot about those two. Other, less lethal animals include forty foot snakes, three-thousand pound apes, and birds that are bigger than houses (both carnivorous and not). Modern: This is the part of the Wild that we have been able to explore the most of. It is counted as the most docile part of the Wild, and it will only kill you within a few hours. From what we can see, it is like the Project used to be, but shrouded in mist, with all forms of vegetation dead. From as far as the eye can see, nothing lives there. The thick mist makes it almost impossible to see past more than a few feet, so any creatures that are more used to the conditions may easily just be avoiding contact with humans. There have been no known casualties with animals in the forest, and the mist has accounted for all the deaths, through madness, loss of direction, or the like. Renaissance: This is perhaps the most dangerous part of the Wild, not in terms of animals. The animals there are normal squirrels and raccoons and such, but the air is extremely toxic. The animals have developed and immunity to the toxicity, but humans have yet to figure out a cure. Seeing as science isn’t a major part of renaissance society, it is doubtful that there will be any solution to the problem anytime soon. However, if a cure is made, it’s widely agreed that this will be the most habitable wild out of any other. Medieval: This is the most active part of the Wild. It looks like a neon bulb went off on the land. The atmosphere of the forest in this part of the wild carries an odd air that heightens all senses once you breathe it in. Once you step out of the forest, these senses are lost, but as of right now, there are no known side effects. There are many monsters that venture out of here every day, though not as deadly as the futuristic era monsters. One example is a giant of a beast with two heads, one a bird and one an alligator. It usually carries a spear, which carries venom that can kill humans in about three minutes if not cared for. Another, less common beast is what is known as a bird man. They look much like humans, except they have the legs of goats, wings on their backs, tiny horns, and small beaks. They are considered one of the most civilized species of the forests, living much like humans. It’s believed they have their own language and society, but there has been little contact made with them, seeing as the medieval people are a very small and isolated group. Other animals are your typical wild creatures with just relatively large sizes. ~*~ Note that this world is actually a product of the Puppeteers' ideas. They are the writers, who happened to write about the same world, using different characters. They will, more or less, know in general about the world they get into, but not the details, they will need to find out about them. They will also not know of many other characters, places and events that took place in the parts of the world and time that they didn't describe in their stories. As for the language, it's not English, but we will, naturally, write in it. The Puppeteers, as we know, come from different places and times. In the World, therefore, the language spoken is invented by the Puppeteers, and so everyone there knows how to speak it. ~ The Magic The Puppeteers, except for being the controllers of some of the Puppets, don't have any kind of magic. They're not magicians in this world, nor they can read out their creations or something in this world. When they do come to the World, they can learn a thing or two, but can't get powerful mages all of the sudden - all they can do is to control, to an extent, the life of one of their Puppets. They can, say, make the Puppet sick or strong or angry or afraid, but they can't make the Puppet win in a duel, as they can't control the other person. In the world itself, though, as it is a fantasy world after all, there is magic. The magic can be done in two ways - using one's mind and using one's emotions. Both have further subcategories, such as being used with or without words/movement/potions, being material or illusions, and so on. Not everyone can have magic, the magicians are born randomly, and they choose at young age which type they prefer (is usually goes with the personality). No one can be using both types, for that will destroy anyone who attempts. ~ Characters There are two groups of characters - the Puppeteers, those who control; and the Puppets, those controlled. The Puppeteers are coming from our world, all of them being writers. Their writings could be novels, stories or any other type that has characters in it. The Puppeteers come from different times and places in our world's history/future, and the Puppets in the same world, the creation of the Puppeteers. The Puppets may or may not have interacted previously - the Puppeteers know only as much of their characters' history as they have written down, therefore the Puppets are as much people as we are. The don't know that they're living imagined lives in an imagined world until the Puppeteers arrive and tell them. They, however, know more about the World and its people than the Puppeteers do. We each have two characters - a Puppeteer and a Puppet Our Puppeteer controls two characters - a Villain Puppet and a good guy Puppet. Once our Puppeteer gets to the world of the Puppets, he/she only controls one of his/her characters - the villain or the other one, and it is not the Puppeteer's choice. The Puppet we choose as our POV character doesn't need to be controlled nor connected with our Puppeteer POV character - we can even control each other, but with a lot of talking and zero Godmoding. Once the Puppeteers get into the World, they are not able to control the Puppets' thoughts and speech anymore. You can make your Puppet character act as a slave to the Puppeteer, if so you wish, but by default, the Puppets will act on their own. All of the Puppets have the appearance and the personalities their Puppeteers imagined, but also have their own thoughts and more filled life than the Puppeteers imagined. ~The Control The Puppeteers can control their Puppet, once they get into the World, with strings visible only to them, coming from the Puppeteers' fingers. This, however, is no rule - you a free to think of your own ways if you wish. The Puppeteers can control the Puppets to an extent. They can make them ill or cure them, they can make them forget something or feel lucky or sure of themselves - but they can't give them powers, nor can they write the future and make it happen, for they can not control the way any other character will act. The extent of the Puppeteers' "powers" depends on their connection to the character, and therefore can get stronger or weaker as the story moves on. ~ The Character Templates: Every person MUST have a Puppet and a Puppeteer character. Their Puppet character, however, doesn’t need to be the one controlled by any of the Puppeteers. Apart from those two, they can have another Puppet/Puppeteer, or a random character from the World that isn't a Puppet, but will play a part. No one can play people in this world, for nothing in the Storybook will be happening here. Template for the Puppeteers: - Name (and gender if it's not obvious): - Age (12 to whatever, but normal human age): - Appearance (pics welcomed, but written required.. Keep on the real people pics, though): - Personality (make it a couple of paragraphs): - History (what time (and place) are you coming from, what got you into writing, about family, so on) - About your writing (well, obviously fantasy-ish at least, but give us some details.. Do you like happy endings, do you care for your characters, do you see them as people, do you like it complicated or simple, is there love and so on): - The way you described the World (the world of the Puppets, that is, where we will all end up, give us a part of the description, of the place where your story is happening or such): -Their Puppets (if controlling the other writer's Puppet character, only fill this when you're sure they're ok with it): - Other: Template for the Puppets: -Name:(Again, specify gender if it’s not obvious) - Age (7-infinity): - Appearance:(Words necessary...) - Personality: - History: - Magic or no, and what type: - What their Puppeteer doesn't know about them: - Controlled by: (Leave blank for now if you're not controlled by your own character/have a deal with another SBer): - Other: Template for the others: - Name (and gender, again): - Age: - Appearance: - Personality: - History: - Magic or no, and type: - How much and for how long do you know (about the Puppeteers/Puppets/the true history of the world): - Relationship with other characters (if applicable - do you know anyone, serve under someone, rule over someone, so on - agree on it with the writer of the character you're mentioning): - Other: ~ The Rules: apart from the normal YWS rules, that is. Have at least those two characters, Use proper grammar (or at least close enough, or at least separating sentences properly) Have posts of some fair length and always to talk to other writers when working on posts. All of the profiles should be sent for approval to me before they're posted in the Storybook. That's so we can be sure that all the necessary changes will be made and nothing will be missed. Godmoding is strictly off limit. We will not have arguements about it, nor will there be negotiations about it. No is enough. ~ Character Slots Puppeteers 1. AriaAdams - Lilith 2. Shadowlight - Walter 3. VeerenVKS - Veeren 4. kayfortnight - Demeter 5. AriaAdams - Dorian 6. wordsandwishes - Melody 7. Alvarin - Anna 8. Omniyus 9. VampireSenshi512 - Kazran 10. Leahweird 11. LoyalHeart - Andrea 12. Starleene Puppets 1. AriaAdams - Penelope 2. ReisePiecey - Acosta 3. Shadowlight - Evangeline 4. Omniyus 5. kayfortnight - Lienei 6. kayfortnight - Aenon 7. wordsandwishes - Mishiqua 8. Alvarin - Dusty 9. Alvarin - Leo 10. VeerenVKS - Jack 11. VeerenVKS - Chris 12. ReisePiecey 13. FermentingFruit - Alayna 14. VampireSenshi512 - Ander 15. Leahweird 16. ~closed Others 1. Omniyus 2. 3. 4. 5. + ALL the OOC posts must go in the DT , reservations included. If you have any questions, PM me and I will gladly answer.. And don't forget to send the profiles before posting them.

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Sat Mar 09, 2013 4:00 pm

FermentingFruit says... · Sat Mar 09, 2013 4:00 pm

Alayna Morgan:

I sat in the window, looking down at the street below. I glared at the hustle in the street below, wishing they were all gone. Thud. I quickly whipped around, fumbling to grab my knife. When I had it firmly in my grasp, I proceded to the sound of the noise. I walked into the next room to see a man laying on my floor, next to the fireplace. I didn't know why he was lying down, but he was still in my house uninvited. "Don't you move." I said. The man slowly stood up, then whipped around, smiling. I gripped the knife a little tighter and pointed it at him. "Who are you?" I said, trying not to raise my voice.

"Alayna," he said, hiding his mouth. "Alayna Morgan. Oh holy God in-"

"Who are you?" I asked again. I was losing my patience with this man.

"My name is Dorian," he said, bowing. "And you... You look exactly how I imagined you."

"What in the hell do you mean??" I took another step closer, but he just smiled more. "What is so funny?" I glared at him, taking another step forward. He didn't move.

"My name is Dorian," he said. He paused, smiling again. "And I made you." What was that supposed to mean? I loosened my grip on the knife a bit, but still had it pointed to him.

"You made me?" I looked straight into his eyes. "Prove it."

"Well. Your name is Alayna Morgan, but you already know that. When you were 15, two men broke into your house. You went out that window," he pointed to the correct window, "and waited outside, and that's the only way you survived. You've never told anyone." My eyes widened, and I knew he was telling the truth.

"You. You made me." I loosened the grip on my knife, but then it hit me. "If you made me, then, that means you killed my parents. You made me live in poverty. My life is your fault!" I tightened the grip on my knife and attempted to slash it at him. He merely sidestepped.

"Wait, I can explain—" I slashed again, and he dodged again. "I didn't think you were real—" he just kept dodging, he seemed to be having a good time.

"Well I am real," I said. I quickly put the knife in its sheath, and he seemed to let his guard down. I swung my fist, and it clipped him in the side of the jaw. He looked dazed, and I pulled the knife out again and put it to his throat. "Now. If you do not get out of my house in the next 30 seconds, you'll be on the floor in a puddle of your own blood. I shoved him in the direction of the door. He looked shocked. He regained his composure.

"Don't worry, this won't be the last you'll seen of me. I did create you." He smiled, and walked out the door. I locked all three locks after he left, then returned to my spot by the window, attempting to take in all that just happened.

Save time... see it my way.

"During high school, I played junior hockey and still hold two league records: most time spent in the penalty box; and I was the only guy to ever take off his skate and try to stab somebody."
-Happy Gilmore

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Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:28 am

LadySpark says... · Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:28 am

-Jasey Rae-

"I can't do this!" I shouted, throwing my pen across the room and watching it hit my window with a satisfying thunk. I stared at the computer screen, covered in post notes from all my thoughts going everywhere and the need to write them down on every available surface. Notes on characters, reminders of deadlines, plot ideas that never got past the bunny stage. And there, on the screen was the chapter I'd been working on for almost a week, but it just wouldn't go. "I'm starting to think I have writer's block," I mumbled to myself, standing up and walking to my kitchen. I needed a glass of wine and some chocolate, something to distract me from the fact that I was supposed to be halfway through this novel by now, and hadn't even finished the fourth chapter. As I was opening the fridge, my head started spinning, and my vision blurred. Leaning against the fridge, I started taking deep breaths to fight against the nausea that was floating around in my stomach, closing my eyes.

~8~8~

I felt my knees crumble underneath me, and my eyes popped open. Looking around, surprise shot through my veins, because I knew where I was. The place I'd been dropped was outside one of the houses in my first published book, "The War of Two Cities". I didn't know this house personally, but I felt immediately drawn to it. As I stood up, dusting the dirt off of my clothes, someone came around the side of the house, their dark curls blowing in the slight wind. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of me, and I felt a weird tingling sensation in my finger tips and toes. "Who are you?" said the man, raising his eyebrows.
"I, my dear fellow, am your creator," I said, trying to paste my charming smile.

~Gregorian~

"You're my what?" I said, staring at the girl in the weird clothes, her long hair all askew from what I assumed was a long windy journey.
"Creator."
"Wait, so you're her?" my heart beat quickened, and I stepped forward, anger bubbling to the surface of my stomach.
"I am," she dropped an awkward curtsy, smiling what she probably thought was winningly, but I thought was repugnant.
"I must ask you to leave this place of residence," I said, trying to keep my voice under control.
"Wait, what? Why?"
"Because, I don't want to do something I'll regret if you don't leave."
She raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
I turned on my heel, started walking towards the house, my fist balled at my sides. I had no idea until this moment how much pent up anger I had against this woman.
"Stop!" she shouted from behind me, and I felt the tingling sensation turn into a burn, but ignored her and the feeling. But I couldn't take a step. I was frozen in place. I tried turning around, and that worked. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Stop me from walking like that?"
Her eyebrows shot up. "I didn't do anything."
I sighed, and against my will, turned around again. "You better come in. For a cup of tea. Or something."
She followed me, and relief washed over me as I realized I was allowed to walk again. "Thank you, yes, tea would be lovely. Thank you."
I ignored her.
This was going to be a long tea.

hush, my sweet

these tornadoes are for you

-Richard Siken

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Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:49 am

Sassafras says... · Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:49 am

Acosta Von

"-never been here before, I heard. Newcomers! Isn't that exciting, Acosta? Maryellen told me that one of them, by God I can't seem to remember his name, was in town and playing the violin! Isn't that romantic? Oh, don't you think it's amazing?"

"Actually, I was thinking we should break up."

Eliza froze mid-step, her mouth stalled in the midst of her never-ending monologue, and when she turned her wide eyes on me I felt as if I should feel sorry for her - feel anything - but I didn't, and that was standard. Her arm slipped slowly out of its position wrapped around my own and she turned to face me fully, the tears already rolling down her cheeks. I hoped she wouldn't be a crier, but all of them cried. And so starts the routine...

'Acosta, what are you talking about?' or either 'I don't understand.'

"I don't understand..."

Bingo.

"It's really not that hard a concept. I don't know how to put it in simpler terms. I thought my wording was quite basic, but I suppose I can be pressed to find smaller words. Um... how about 'I do not want to be with you.' Do you get it now?"

"Oh, you're so cruel! I-"

"Hate me, yes, you do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work. Very busy today."

She turned then, her skirt billowed out almost inappropriately, and stalked away. I watched her back until I could no longer distinguish her blond curls from the heads of the others in the crowd that swallowed her. With a sigh I turned and started my slow trek back to my shop. I really don't know why I took her all the way to town just to break up with her.

She was a nice girl, though. She should have never spoken to me in the first place.

When I walked into the shop it was empty. I didn't think nothing off it, Henry, my assistant, was out somewhere with his dying mother and Cecily, the maid... well, she mostly did what she wanted anyway and I didn't particularly want her around half the time she was here.

I sat down at my work bench, immensely grateful for the pressure off of my leg, and re-started work on one of the swords I needed to finish for Sir Crien. The detail he asked for was absolutely ridiculous, but I'm not in any position to deny him. As soon as I was getting into a steady work rhythm the door to the shop opened.

"We're closed!"

No answer, but I could hear the sound of footsteps falling somewhere behind me. I groaned loudly as I stood, and wielded my cane as a weapon. The intruder stopped and turned my way.

"What the hell do you want? I said we were closed."

"It's you. Acosta..."

"Yes, fool. Now leave."

A pale imitator of a girl in the sky.

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Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:12 am

Sunshine says... · Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:12 am

Thea, Puppeteer- Constantinople, for now.

I, royal Historian under his Emperor and Empress, would like to draw the conclusion that, in the wake of the parted Roman empire, of which provided this land wth great protection and weath, that there will not be such an empire for many, many years to come. The lands of this world have come across a period of darkness and little advancement, of which no single land can again bind us under.

Thedora gingerly set down the set of scrolls- gingerly only because her Father would slay her if she did anything to harm them. Her great-grandfather was... well, one could only say that he took great leaps and bounds in his recordings.

On a seperate scroll, Thea took her quill and- in Latin instead of her native Greek, as Latin looked prettier- wrote the words she had come to find. They were a great empire, Coryell- known to some as Cory- was beginning to find. Yet they were also a dying one- that, too, made itself evident.

"Miss Thedora?" This is a maid, her hands folded crisp in front of her dress. "Your father is requesting your presence."

Thea puts her grand-father's scroll away. She had been hoping to get more from him, enough to finish off her latest short story about Cory, but he hadn't been much of a use.

"Tell him I'm on my way, but not to expect me to early."

The maid smiles, her eyes finding the walls of the library rather than my face. "Of course, Miss Thea."

______________________________

The suitor this time is immensly boring and speaks no Latin, being miracously full of himself for not being an Emperor in the Emperor's land. He is boring, and Thea tells her father so as he leaves to do this-or-that important matter, but of course he'll be back soon.

My Father, a crotchety old man of no go looks, but strictly power, frowns. "You need someone."

He doesn't talk much, except on paper, where his flourishes of fancy are better than hers without trying as hard. "I am doing perfectly fine, Father. If you truly believed that, an arranged marriage would be in suit, but you love my freedom as well; why would you restrict it?"

"You are too smart, Thedora."

The suitor enters the room, chest puffed out- he is one of this arising fashion in the West, a knight, which Thea takes to mean 'all-important man- but Thea continues to speak, pulling out Latin. "You raised me well, Father."

The knight man pays no attention to the language they speak- the language of intellectuals, one of which he does not seem to be- and sits down as he immediatly launches into a quickly tedious conversation about his adventures in the West. If he were not so repetetve, Thea would love to listen. She alway dreamed about going on an adventure- seeing a place that was not the walls of the Churches or the greens and street corners of Constantiople. It was a childish dream, one she could not achieve; she was not a man.

The 'knight' continues, and Thea grasps her scroll tightly, repeating what Coryell had said in the first line; Once you get going, things with always become right.

"I would like to excuse myself." Thea says polietly, finishing her last bite of her late meal. "It has been a long day, and I should like to be getting some rest."

Just as she thought, the stranger loved the ides. "Yes! This talk must be strenous for a woman; go and rest! I'll be here tommorow!"

Though that wasn't what Thea wanted wanted to hear- another man staying her employers castle for what they pressumed was her benefit- she managed to escape to her temporary room on the south side. Thea took out her braid, allowing her long hair to run free down her back.

"One day." She whispered to herself, curling up in this slightly familiar bed. "One day I'll be just as free as the knight man."

And when she woke up, she was.

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It was cold; bone-chilling cold, the kind of cold Thea didn't know how to feel. She sat straight up, shivering. It was never that cold in the Byzantine empire- never.

Thea wasn't really all that suprised when she didn't know where she was. The young woman stood up, blinking bleery sleep from her eyes, facing the sun with the reverence of someone who has never seen the sun before. It was off, this sun. It wasn't the normal, everyday sun she saw outside the window in the library, or glistening through the colored panels at the church; it was too orange, and a slight bit too small.

It takes Thea a moment to think; where am I? It is to cold to be home. She'd never felt this kind of cold before. It was like a fridgid mix of a Winter Queen, with the bitter sarcasm and tase as a Winter green. Thea stopped thinking when that like from her latest short story came floating across her mind- they did that often, but always seemed minutely out of place, rather than perfectly on track.

Thea frowns, and tells herself she's being ridiculous. One of the young ones must have thought in funny to somehow bring her outside- that was it, of course it was! Thea was just wishing for her adventure to hard again.

Turning East, expecting to see her occasional home rise up behind her, Thea gets another suprise. Behind her is the spiral she wrote so vividly about, the one that splits Future to Present in half. The spiral of Nevereem.

Thea precisely faints.

Somebody had to do it.

I have loved the words and I have hated them. I only hope I have made them right.

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Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:27 pm

Omni says... · Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:27 pm

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Like me Old English?

I crowded into the busy streets of London, taking in all of the amazing views and the just as amazing people.

In Spain, there were trees. There were farms and friendly neighbors. Here there were carraiges, stone pavements, not a tree in sight. It was amazing.

There was a play going on in the streets, gathering people from all around. I decided to take a look. Maybe it'll gain me some inspiration.

"Oh, ye art in heaven now?" Asked a little lady who was sitting on a rock with a billowing yellow dress to a man with a white suit and mask on.

The man raised his hand exasperatedly. "Yay, I beseech upon this information to thee. Love well, fair maiden, for it might be thou's last. Fare thee well!" He cluched his throat and jolted himself backstage. The crowd went in an uproar with applause and whistling.

A man next to me said to his comarade," A fine play, indeed!" His comerade nodded.

Everntually the crowd dispersed, and the small stage was brought down, but I stood there for all of it, taking it in by the heapfuls.

The actress walked up to me and talked to me. I told her that I was new here, and she told me to go to a place called Nana's Palace. She pointed to a small building down the street with an assortion of of odd collections. I said a quick thank you and walked over.

The shop was small, surrounded by tall buildings with large stone pillars, some kind of Greek build, or so I read in one of my travels.

Nana's Palace, I thought. What an interesting place.

I walked in and looked around. There was assortments all over the place of crazy and wonderful things. I picked up a wooden apple with a black worm that seemed to literally be crawling out of it.

"Do you like what you see?" A small but intimidating voice asked from somewhere close to me, making me jump.

I saw the woman. She was old, with a hunched back and her long silver hair tied up in a tight bun. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to touch anything--"

"This is a store. I'll be damned if I live to see when anything in this place is not for sale." She chuckled to herself. "My name's Nana." She waved her arms around her. "And this is my palace." She sat down on a wicker chair and picked up a basket of bread, throwing a piece to me. I grabbed it warily. "It's not poisoned. Eat, eat." So I did.

She offered me a seat, and I took it. "So, from the air around you, you're an explorer? No, no, a writer now, coming to London to get away from reality." She looked around her shop. "If there's a place where thing's are far from real, it's London." She turned to me suddenly. "I know just the thing to inspire you." She got up and almost bounced into the back room of her place. She stopped at the door and turned to me, a slick smile on her face. "Wait here."

And I listened to her. She eventually came back with an hourglass. It had many colors of fine crystals within its thin glass shell. She handed it to me. "For inspiration."

"For inspiration." I agreed, and took it. She smiled and nodded, gesturing me to turn it over. She looked younger, much, much younger than she looked before, for she was ecstatic, almost giddy.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and turned the glass of hours.

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I opened my eyes to find myself in her shop. everything was there, but there was no light, and everything was covered in a fine dust. I coughed a bit, trying to clear my lungs of the wear in the place. I stood up, trying to relax my stiff legs.

The hourglass. It's gone, I thought. I shook my head. Maybe Nana took it and shoved it back wherever she got it from.

I walked out of the shop and gasped in shock. this wasn't London anymore, it wasn't anything like I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot. It was more of an encampment, a military encampment. I looked around, and saw a small village in the distance.

What could have done this? I thought as I walked. As I walked straight into a man.

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crossroads says... · Mon Mar 11, 2013 1:51 am

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Well, this is freaking long. Hence inside the next spoiler xD

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~Dorian

One moment, I was finding words - the other, I was kicked out by my own creation.
What was she thinking when she told me to leave like that?
Was she going to kill me?
Silly girl. I made her. Granted, I made her that way, and it made me happy to see her act exactly the way I imagined her to act, but I didn't quite plan on being sent off to the streets. If she only understood.. I made every bone in her body, every emotion and every detail from her past - if I stayed at home, I would have made her future too. She was but a blank piece of paper, left for me to fill, nothing but a puppet - just like the ones I used for my performances - with strings connected to my quill and imagination. She should have worshiped me, for the name of God, she should have felt honoured that I have arrived to her world and given me the welcome I deserved. I wasn't some thug that happened to break into her house - I was her creator. I was what God was for us, and for defying a god, one could have burned in this world.

Not paying much attention to where I was heading, I cursed as someone bumped at me. Who the hell-? I didn't remember writing that guy, and he seemed way more confused than any of my characters would be. I looked around me. What even was this world? I could recognise a couple of buildings, and I could vaguely tell which way a few paths lead, but nothing more. The people, the scenes going on in front of me, all that was as unfamiliar as any other foreign city to me.

The man kept standing there - I figured he could have been in his late twenties - and stared at me, softly frowning.

"I'm sorry," he spoke in English with a touch of some strange accent, "this might sound strange to you, but-"

"Not at all," I muttered. "My apologies, I wasn't looking."

"Could you perhaps tell me exactly where I am?"

They shouldn't be speaking English here, the thought flew through my mind as I opened my mouth to answer him. I closed them and then opened them again, taking a breath before saying a word.

"You're a writer, aren't you?" I asked. He didn't nod, but he didn't deny it either, and I knew a kindred spirit when I saw one. "If I may guess, an English writer - perhaps from London - and you have no idea how you got here."

I suppressed a grin as his expression got more puzzled. Up until a few minutes ago, I was equally or even more confused - now I could have played the role of the guide who knows everything, just because I happened to have came in a bit before him.

"I take it I'm not the only one," he said finally. I nodded and bit my lip. What now? What is he doing here anyway? This place is mine, Alayna is mine, I imagined them, didn't I?

"We are in a town called Marknam," I said, and he smiled a little - he knew that much by now, it seemed. "I don't know about you, but I.. I happen to have a story happening exactly in this place. As I recently found out, and something tells me you will soon enough as well, a character I made lives here." She also kicked me from her house. I left that part out, and grinned at young woman passing by us. She smiled back at me, with shine in dark eyes under red strands of hair, and disappeared in a tavern I vaguely recalled writing about. Indeed, the ladies of Marknam turned out just as pretty as I have imagined them.

"Come," I said to the other writer. "The name is Dorian, Dorian Drai. How about you join me for a cup of tea?"

~*~

~Penelope

I sat on my bed, with the favourite toy in my lap, ignoring the tapping of rain on the windows. Evie sent me to my room, though the man didn't look like he was about to hurt me. She said she will explain it to me and that I just make sure I don't let any strangers in if I happen to meet some, and that she will deal with the man in the garden.

On soft knocking, I looked up, and silently called for the door to open. They let through my father, and I quickly got up and bowed. Dad or not, the King was the King, that was one of the first lessons they ever taught me.

"Penelope, dear," he said, stroking my hair as he came closer to me. He would always look a bit sad, though he'd always smile while looking at me. Both me and my sister took after our mother, and it wasn't so long since she died. I was only five, and I didn't have much memories apart from smiles and lullabies, but Kyra and Dad were both crying for a long time after the funeral.

"How are you, Daddy?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"As good as I can be, I suppose." Aways the same answer. "Your sister's fiancé arrived. Would you care to come and meet him?"

I nodded and followed him down the corridors and long staircase, smiling as we entered the Great Hall. It was a magnificent room, one I wanted to get married in once, with shiny chandeliers and golden walls, and four thrones stood in its end. One covered in black fabric, right of the biggest one, separated Kyra and father when they'd sit on them, and the fourth, to the left of the King's, was the one waiting for me. I watched as the Court smiled and bowed, and made space for us to pass, and as a blond man grinned from ear to ear and practically kissed the floor.

"Your Highness," the man said. "It is above honour to meet you."

"Prince Daaer," father replied, "I am glad to see you arriving safely."

"Leone will do," the Prince smiled again. "The journey was one of the most pleasant I've been on, yet nothing compared to what I knew awaited me on my destination. If you'd be so kind to introduce me to my beloved future wife, I am most eager to see her." He bowed again, and Dad slowly nodded, then taking his place on the throne. I followed, curling up on mine. He then waved one of the servants, and they opened the door. I half expected Evie to walk in as well, but she seemed to still be busy with the man from the garden. I wondered if I should tell father about it.

My sister entered with her hair in a big bun and wearing a tight dark green dress. I could hear Dad sigh silently - I was pretty sure the looked much like our mother once did. On her forehead, there was a thin golden crown - just a line around her head, much alike mine except for mine being silver - and she more floated than walked to the Prince, glancing at me as she passed through the hall. She let her fiancé bow and kiss her hand, but didn't smile at him. I couldn't member when I saw her smile to anyone but me the last time. Not after her lover died, anyway.

As prince Leone finally let her go, she sat in her throne without even looking at father or me, and blankly stared at Leone's entourage brought out the gifts from their lands.
Father turned to her in the middle of a speech I wasn't listening to.

"Who's idea was it to wear that dress?" He asked, and Kyra smirked.

"My own, Daddy, do you think I can't dress myself?"

"Watch it, Kyra. You can't talk to me like you can talk to your maidens."

"Deepest apologies, Your Majesty," Kyra hissed and turned to him. "If I may speak freely, you left me no choice but to wed in nine days from now - I should at least be left with the freedom to choose what to wear." She licked her lips. "Even if it happens to be mother's dress. She did give it to me, after all."

"Princess," her fiancé spoke all of the sudden, and we all turned to him. "From what I've heard, this palace is proud of its gardens, in which it's said the flowers grow even during the harshest of winters.. and the day is so beautiful - would you do me the honour and join me for a walk?" He turned to Dad. "With your father's kind permission, of course."

Kyra got up and opened her mouth - no doubt, to say that she doesn't need Dad's permission for everything - as the King cut her words.

"What a lovely idea. Kyra, my dear, I'm sure that Leone would be thrilled to see your charming white roses, don't you agree?"

I saw my sister's face turning as pale as he said flowers, and I knew exactly why. The one she loved and whom they took from her used to work in the gardens, and they first met among those white roses - I didn't know how much father knew of it, but I could also tell that that was where the two of them used to meet when they were forbidden to see each other, and where the taught each other magic.

"I'm afraid the white roses are gone now," Kyra said silently. She didn't cry or really show emotions, but I could tell, if she'd just let it go, their strength would take down the whole room. "Cut down to make room for the red ones - more appealing ones, but unfortunately never as special. Shall we, then?"

~*~

~Lilith

Tall man appeared with a woman seeming scared out of her mind, and this time, even before he signaled the hellhound to move from me, I didn't doubt him being a demon for a moment. His eyes were black as night, lacking the difference between the irises and the whites, and his control over the situation was obvious. I wondered about the other guy, who seemed somewhat relieved to see the demon arriving - did they have a contract? Was that blonde young man's soul already gone? I couldn't tell.

I took a look at the girl - she seemed to be just as out of place as I felt myself - and slowly sat up as the demon's pet backed off enough.

"Now," the demon said, "why don't you start by telling me who you are, where you've gotten those powers from and why you're here. Oh, and don't even think about trying to control me, 'cause that didn't turn out too well for your friend here."

The girl next to me tried to say something, that much was obvious, but she seemed to be unable to open her mouth - after a moment, tears rolled down her cheeks. I could see the marks someone's fingers - most likely the demon's - left on her neck, and though she looked somewhat older than me, I felt protective. I couldn't help it; living in the streets makes you stronger than most people.

"Free her of the spell," I said, doing my best to sound calm and cold, and the demon gave me a murderous look. "And I will tell you."

"I don't recall offering you a choice."

"You're a demon," I stated. "Deals are what you do, am I wrong?"

I found myself pinned to the ground once more, this time feeling as if block of stone threatened to crush my chest. After a while, as my sight started blackening, the pressure disappeared, and I gasped as the demon frowned again.

"Now, I'm listening."

I sat up again, glancing at his human companion as I took another breath.
"My name is Lilith. Lilith Cypher, but I doubt you really care anyway. I don't know what powers you're talking about, but I would very much like to know what I'm doing here myself. However it may sound, I wrote this world - or part of it at least - but I don't recall ever mentioning either of you. And as for controlling you, what the hell should that even mean?"

The girl made a sound again, and this time the demon moved his hand a little, freeing her lips.
"I told you," she said. I was sure she tried to restrain her voice from shaking, but I was also sure that, if I could hear the fear, so could the demon. "Dusty.. I made you. I made Oliver, I even made Griz. I-"

He cut her words with another move, this time making her fly over and get pinned to a tree nearby. I managed to crawl away from the hellhound, and clutched his arm as he moved it again. Just like bullies in the streets. Keep telling yourself that, Cy.
Well, none of the bullies I met before happened to be a demon, and I found myself without breath and with his fingers gripping my neck in no time. His face remained emotionless and his eyes black, but from so close they seemed to be burning.

"Give me one good reason I don't kill you right now," he I'd silently. "Both of you."

I had to think quickly - and I had no other choice but to make a huge risk. Sending it all to hell, I said as loudly as his hand allowed me.
"Because," I muttered, "I wrote the only person I know of that can kill demons. I can take you to him, and if you let us go, you can do whatever you wish with him."

Shit, I thought to myself as he slowly let both of us go. What was to happen now? What if he'd actually kill Corin? Could I allow that? He was evil and probably even more sadistic than this guy Dusty, and I couldn't imagine him thrilled about meeting me either, but still... Still.. He was my character, one of my most beloved creations, and if he dies, if he really dies.. What will be with princess Kyra? What will be with the Wild, and the whole story that was yet to happen?
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I led the way, with that girl by my side and feeling Dusty's eyes never leaving me for a second, hearing the other guy, Oliver, and his pet following us. A big part of me hoped for some monster of the Wild to come and just eat us all before we get to the territory of another villain, but, maybe thanks to Dusty or Griz, we reached the lake as if it was the simplest thing in the universe.

"It's a lake," the young man, Oliver, said slowly, with a sound of We could have found it ourselves, my demon should just kill you already in his voice.

Silent melody of the violin found its way to our ears the moment I stepped close to the water. As if on command, the peak of the tower pierced the perfect surface of the glassy lake. Watching as the mechanisms moved, perfectly tuned with the melody, and as the wet walls softly glistened from its own strange light, I couldn't suppress the pride growing in me - I imagined it exactly like that. Which, I remembered as the music suddenly stopped and everything turned scarily silent, probably showed that I've done equally good job with the one living in the tower.

"Well then."

Voice cold as ice, emotionless apart from it sounding slightly teasing. If the wolves talked, I thought to myself, they would have addressed the lambs in that way.
I slowly turned around, Dusty and the others following my example, and faced my creation for the first time. That must have been how the other girl - I figured I haven't even got her name yet - felt when she first saw Dusty. Except for she probably didn't expect him to kill her on the spot, based on the way she acted around him. More with some kind of confused hope than petrifying fear.

Despite that, however, despite of everything, I couldn't help but smile a bit. Every detail on his sharp face, from dark red eyes to slightly curly ebony hair tied on the back of his neck, every inch of his skin and clothes, everything was there. I resisted the strange urge to strip him down and see if the scars I wrote about were where I imagined them to be as well, and took a careful step forward. He didn't move a muscle, and it took me moment to figure that no one else moves because none of them can move. The girl seemed scared, the hellhound seemed pissed, Oliver kept glancing at Dusty and Dusty glared at Corin, who cocked his head to the side and gestured me to come closer.

"I suppose you are smart enough not to want me to bow," he said silently as I found myself practically in front of his face. Well, more like staring somewhere at his neck - he was rather taller than me.

"I'm smart enough," I muttered, and automatically touched his shoulder to check if he was really there. Nothing I've experienced so far, good, bad or combined, could have compete with that moment.
Then he gripped my hand, and I fell to my knees, my fingers still in his, feeling pain like I've never felt before. He shouldn't have been able to do that a - he wasn't the Emotion Mage anymore, he changed, I was sure. It's all in your brain, I told to myself, but it didn't help - it seemed real enough to make me desperately want to pass out.

"Lilith said that you could kill demons!" The girl, the writer. She was till standing in the same spot, her feet tied with branches raising from amber leaves, just Ike the feet of the others, yet I was sure she just mentioned it to turn Corin's attention away from me. He glanced at Dusty, who moved his hand again. The branches got cut, but the new ones grew the same second, tying him back up.

Corin pulled me up, and I found it strange that I could stand while shaking so hard.
"Lilith, is it?" He asked. "And how would you know something like that?"
I did my best to act calm - and failed miserably, I could see it in his eyes.

"I'm your creator," I said quietly. "I.. I wrote you. I know who you were and who you are, I.. I know everything. I wrote everything."

For a moment, he did nothing. I almost dared to hope he took it rather well. Then, before I even had time to take a breath, I felt something like my ribs cracking, and fell tot he ground with a scream. Without a move but shrinking his eyes a little, he pulled me back up, and I felt my heart beating slower than it should, though much stronger, like it's slowly about to pop out of my chest. Through tears, I could see the glow in his eyes - but then the sensation went away, I fell back to the ground, and the girl and the others were free.
Corin backed away for a step, breathing almost as heavily as myself.

"I can't kill you," he muttered. Fighting the darkness that surrounded my mind, feeling the girl's hand on my shoulder, I looked up to meet his eyes.

"I made you." My voice came out as nothing more than a cracking whisper. "I think, if I die, you will die as well - and your princess and this place along with us."

I saw Dusty opening his mouth to say something, and I felt the cold air blowing in my face - but then everything turned black.

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Mon Mar 11, 2013 1:11 pm

kayfortnight says... · Mon Mar 11, 2013 1:11 pm

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Demeter

She couldn't read the notebook. I was shaken, hardly paying attention as I rode behind Lienei on the horse Aenon had brought for her. Why couldn't she read the notebook?Was she right, and I was delusional? Shaking my head slightly, I dismissed that notion. If I was delusional, how had I recognized Linei and Aenon so perfectly. No, I couldn't be wrong.

But my resolve faded slightly when we entered Candira. I had barely described Candira in daylight, so it was far more complicated than I had imagined. Yes, there were the mansions of the rich alongside the slums, but there were far more middle-class buildings than I had thought as well. There was far more color to the city than I had written, and I guess I just hadn't expected it to...fill in the gaps.

I cautiously reached forward and tapped Linei on the shoulder. With a sigh, she asked, "What is it now? Are you going to tell me you can recite my whole history from back to front?"

I smiled slightly. No, that hadn't been what I was going to say, but... "How could it hurt? All right. You were abandoned on the streets of Candira as a child and turned to thievery to survive. When your magic emerged, you were arrested for accidentally killing a shopkeeper who barged in at the wrong time. You would've died if it weren't for Lucius Darai." She stopped the horse, and Aenon turned his, a brow raised in curiosity. "He saved your life by bribing the guards to twist the trial, but his help had a price. First the killings were just servants who had displeased him, but then they extended to bushiness rivals, and eventually to people he barely knew, but were considered trade threats. You grew more and more worried about your debt, but could not detach yourself from the man, and it didn't help that you had a childish crush on the somewhat older, much stronger and more powerful Lucius. When his son, Aenon, murdered him, you were relived and distraught all at once, until you read his will and you were included as a possession given to the younger Darai. He's even worse than Lucius, sending you off to kill his old girlfriends at the slightest whim." I stopped talking, waiting for Lienei, muscles tensed tight, to respond.

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Lienei

The information she could have got from spying, or friendship with Aenon, even though he acted as if he had never seen her before back at the tower, but I never told anyone about falling in love with the man who saved me until I realized he was using me. Without looking at this strange girl, I asked hoarsely, "Who are you? Are you the goddess?"

Her voice sounded faintly mocking. "There is no goddess. I made her up. I suppose I'd be a goddess to you, though. I made you, Lienei. I made you, Aenon. I made Lucius Darai and the parents who abandoned you. I made your entire world."

And then you preceded to tear it down around me, I thought but didn't say. Instead, I asked, dismounting, "And you really think that will make me like you or want to help you?"

She just shrugged. "You don't need to like me. You're just a puppet, and I'm the one pulling the strings."

Aenon rolled his eyes. "Ah, but little Demi, Lienei is my puppet." I rested my head in my hands, but could feel the frustration building up.

"Shut up before I kill one of you," I mumbled under my breath, trying not to lose control of the magic.

"Do you need help?" a beautiful female voice asked.

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Wordsandwishes, take it from there. I'm not sure what happens when people lose control of emotion magic-If Lienei does mess up, just make her explode some random object that won't send too much shrapnel. Demi comes from current times, so some of her conversations with Melody might be pretty interesting...

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Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:46 pm

KingLucifer says... · Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:46 pm

Andrea Raithwall

I don't know when it happened, but it did, I knew I was in for a deep sleep after the tiring day I had between school, home, and friends. But when I entered into that said deep sleep, I somehow knew I may never come out of that sleep, but I entered anyways. The next thing I knew, I was in deep darkness, like I conceiously knew I was there. The ground felt solid at my feet, there were sounds and other things around me, but as I concentrated, I could feel that there was more to this deep sleep than I realized. I heard footsteps, they were running, they were coming towards me, for what exactly? I saw a figure off in the distance, it was holding something, that figure was coming closer, and closer, until I could make out the figure to be Gemini? How the heck? I didn't question, I watched as she runs right past me. Her sword was in her hand and she was able to swing that thing like nothing, then I saw another person Gemini was headed right for, Kimiko, she had her katana in her hand.

Gemini and Kimiko swung there swords at each other, and it was like an explosion of power when there blades clashed right into each other. Then I realized, they were trying to kill each other, there struggle was always back and forth, like Good and Evil, Yin and Yang. But right now I couldn't have them fighting, not right now.

"Stop it the both of you!" I yelled at them

Gemini's head turned just enough to look over her shoulder, as the two were struggling to out strength each other, but Kimiko took advantage of Gemini's distraction, she swung her sword upwards and then kicked Gemini right in the gut.

"That was a low blow, even for you," Gemini said as she wrapped an arm around her stomach as she growled angrily at Kimiko.

"Both of you stop! Now!" I yelled angrily.

"What do you want?!" Kimiko asked.

"Yea, can;t you see were busy?!" Gemini agreed.

It was so odd at how these two were so similar.

"No, I order the both of you to step down at once!" I commanded.

An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!

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Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:59 pm

wordsandwishes says... · Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:59 pm

"Do you need help?" a beautiful female voice asked.

Melody (Puppeteer)

Lienei didn't answer. Mishiqua didn't like being ignored. "I said, do you need help?" There was now a dark and deadly edge in her voice. Thankfully, the others didn't notice the sudden change. But Melody did, and so she took a step back. She didn't want to be a part of this, she was scared. Melody had never seen this side of Mishiqua.
Lienei answered, but did not make eye-contact. "No, I do not need your help any more than I want it." Mishiqua and Lienei visibly tense."You should leave. Now."
"Perhaps that would be wise, but you see, I do not wish to leave. I want answers. You are a mage, and you have entered my coven's territory." Mishiqua steps closer."Without permission, I might add."
Only now did Lienei glance up, "What do you mean your territory. I've lived here f-"
The sudden explosion of a few nearby windows caused everyone to bounce back. Everyone but Mishiqua and Lienei. They stood staring at each other for about a minute or so while Melody and the other girl shifted in the awkward silence. But after a couple more seconds, it was Mishiqua who broke eye-contact. She then gestured down the road."Well, it appears we have some things to discuss. Shall we?"
They all followed, even Lienei and the other girl. Melody frowned at her. A girl who was wearing very strange clothing...

Mishiqua (Puppet)

One thing was certain, Lienei was a very powerful mage. She had never seen any mortal who's magic could rival that of a merfolk. Best to remain wary of her, she thought.
The walk was longer than she had anticipated, and it was getting dark. However, even though the street grew quiet and dim, it was hard to be bored when overhearing the conversation of the girls behind her.

"Um... Demi, isn't it?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"What are those... things you're wearing?"

"Jeans."

"Oh."

A pause.

"Demi?"

"Yup."

"What are jeans?"

Mishiqua glanced back, smiling at the girl's rather amusing ignorance. She then continued on her way, lost in thought. Melody had a lot to learn of this world. She glanced at the shadows moving through the dark alleyways. And she best learn it quickly, she thought.
After a few more minutes, Mishiqua stopped at an old wooden door to a large manor. The old grey stone walls, still more ivy than stone. It was just as she remembered it.
"We're here." She announced.
The door creaked open and light spilled onto the walkway.
A smooth, familiar voice answered;"Yes, indeed you are sister."

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Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:57 pm

Alvarin says... · Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:57 pm

Dusty - Puppet
"I wrote the only person I know of that can kill demons. I can take you to him, and if you let us go, you can do whatever you wish with him." This took me by surprise, even though I didn't show it. He couldn't have killed a very powerful demon, that was impossible, but he still posed a threat for me. If he was some sort of demon hunter.. I wasn't nearly as strong as I was before, and if he knew how to kill a demon then I should probably keep an eye on him.

I let the two witches lead the way, I knew better than to turn my back to the enemy. Oliver and Griz walked slightly behind me, both tense. When we got back I would have to explain all this to the best of my ability, not that I fully understood the situation myself. The witches didn't seem to know each other and they seemed confused by the situation. That could mean that they were actually telling the truth, which would make Oliver and me fictional character, a thought that was absurd, or the witches could simply be good at pretending. I let out an inaudible sigh, which made Oliver raise an eyebrow. I shook my head. These witches could be leading us into a trap, and for a moment I considered leaving Oliver behind, but before I had time to say anything the forest opened up and revealed a lake.

"It's a lake," Oliver muttered. He looked like he wanted to kill the witches. I couldn't blame him, until only a few moments ago I had intended to do it myself, but I wanted to meat this man who apparently had the power to kill a demon.

The scene that played out as we approached reminded me of a music box I had seen once. A magical tower rising from the water accompanied by beautiful music. Well, at least I now knew that the man in question had magic, powerful magic at that. "Well then."

I turned around and saw a man who looked far more ordinary than I had expected him to. Sure, red eyes but still. I had been expecting more from a demon killer. When the witch smiled towards him I almost tensed. Had all this been a trap after all? If that was the case then I had dragged Oliver straight into it. I could feel his eyes on me now, but I kept glaring at the demon killer. Branches were growing over my feet, tying me to the ground.

"I suppose you are smart enough not to want me to bow."

"I'm smart enough." Even though she said that she clearly wasn't that smart. When she touched him he gripped her hand and she fell to the ground. Emotion magic, I told myself. He was torturing her, even though it was hard to tell.

"Lilith said that you could kill demons!" the first witch suddenly said, causing the man to turn to face me instead. I used my powers to cut the branches of, but my feet were immediately covered by new ones. I would have to remember to teach her to keep her mouth shut.. Or maybe I would just kill her as soon as we got away from here. Killing her would definitely be simpler.

The man pulled the witch up from the ground, but she was shaking like a leaf. "Lilith, is it?" He didn't already know her name? This was getting weirder and weirder. I was not a character from some silly little girl's imagination! "And how would you know something like that?"

"I'm your creator. I.. I wrote you. I know who you were and who you are, I.. I know everything. I wrote everything." I glanced at the other girl. No, this couldn't be true. All the pain that she had put me and Oliver through.. The picture of Griz dragging Oliver's limp body to my castle stirred memories that I'd rather not think of. Oh, I was definitely going to kill the girl.

A sudden scream pulled me from my thoughts. He was trying to kill Lilith. I watched with interest, eager to see how killing you maker could affect him. I glanced over at Oliver again, he was grinning. The man stopped sooner that I had thought, panting like the magic had taken its toll on him as well. "I can't kill you," he muttered. The other girl was kneeling down beside Lilith.

"I made you. I think, if I die, you will die as well - and your princess and this place along with us."

What the..? No, this couldn't be happening. Would I be forced to drag that girl along for the rest of eternity? But that wasn't even possible. She was mortal. She looked about the same age as Oliver, probably a bit younger. That meant that I at best had 70 more years to live.

"It looks like we both have the same problem," I said with a voice void of emotions and cut the branches again. This time I used my powers to keep them away.

"I could just kill her for you, demon." An unpleasant smile crept onto his face, and I could see in his face that he was serious.

"Without finding out all that she knows, all that I know? Isn't that a bit stupid?"

The girl suddenly looked up at me. "Please, Dusty. She needs help. I think she's dying." Her pleading voice annoyed me.

"Well, of course I'm going to help," I said with a smile that matched the other man's. Before he had time to protest I used my powers to make a small cut in my finger. I forced Lilith mouth open and let a few drops fall into her mouth. "There, she'll be fine." The girl was staring at me with wide eyes. If she had invented me she probably knew everything about the properties of demon blood.

When I turned back I saw that Oliver had a similar expression, which was unusual for him. He didn't normally show much expression around anyone else than me. I understood him though, but I didn't have any other choice. If I did then I wouldn't have chosen this one.

"What did you just do?" the man asked. His smile was gone now, but mine stayed.

"Oh, I just gave her some blood. Now, If you kill my little creator here," I made I gesture towards the girl, "that would also kill me, good for you. But you see, that would be a very annoying advantage so I connected my blood to Lilith's, so if I die, she dies and you do as well." I freed Oliver and Griz from the branches and began walking away. "Take good care of both of them, or all four of us are going to hell." I gave him a slight wave without turning back. At least I and Oliver were safe for now, and I wouldn't have to drag that girl around. Safe, but not out of danger. Whatever done to Lilith would be done to Oliver as well.

I tried something that I hadn't done in centuries, and reached out for another persons mind. Eventually I found the girl's. The link was weak, but good enough for me to be able to say what I had to say. "Make sure nothing happens to her. You know why." I wanted to tell her something more, but I couldn't uphold the link any longer. It would simply have to do. Now I could only wait and see what would happen.

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Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:53 pm

Omni says... · Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:53 pm

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Furia will often categorize people differently than anyone else, because of what she is used to.

I grabbed the lily on the garden, changing its color and wilting it slightly at will. Thorns appeared slightly, and I looked down, gazing down upon the depths of the Wild. From in the garden, the floor of Celest was the weakest, and people could see the Wild from it. It was one of the only places one could.

It's a bit ironic, a beauty of nature miles above a disaster of nature.

My head started spasming, going into shocks and sending my sight into fits of dizzyness.

I heard a crunch of grass, and the fits stopped. Princess Penelope and High Princess Kyra rounded a corner of dandelions. "Mistresses." I bowed.

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Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:30 am

Shadowlight says... · Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:30 am

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I AM So sorry this has taken so long to post- hopefully it is alright. Aria I will explain how Walter got there in my next post- he and Evie will try to work it out there. :3

Walter/Puppeteer:

Walter lounged on the upper decks in a wooden chair- cane hooked on the back and notebook spread on his knees. his fingers were ink-stained, his hair tousled by the sea breeze and he was completely absorbed in his work.

scritch, scratch, scritch

His pen scribbled across the ivory surface of the paper,thoughts seemingly to flow seamlessly from mind to pen.

"Ah! there you are my boy!" a voice boomed- startling Walter like a bird to a report from a gun. looking up he say Charles Abernathy, a new acquaintance. Charles was a bear of a man, dark haired and bushy bearded-with eyes as
bright as the seawater churning below them.

"H-hello Charles," Walter said standing, extending his hand to shake the others. Charles had a hearty, jarring handshake that nearly shook Walter out of his shoes.

"How are you Walter? Sea air doing you good? Mrs. Abernathy swears she feels ten years younger." Mrs Abernathy was Charles's wife- but he never called her by her first name.

"I'm glad its suiting her so well. And for myself Charles I am doing very fine, thank you."

"And hows your missus then?" Charles winked- barely containing a laugh, Walter chuckled.

"Sempronia is unfortunately not taking to sea life as I had hoped. She refuses to leave our birth."

Charles let out a hearty laugh and clapped Walter hard on the back.

"Women." said grinning playfully, " What would we do without them eh?-- oh, that reminds me. Mrs. Abernathy wanted me to ask you to dine with us, she says she cant bear to think of you all alone, especially on such a fine cruise as this one. Will you?"

Walter gladly accepted the offer and the two gentlemen shook hands and Walter returned to his rooms to change his coat for dinner.

Sempronia glared at him as he entered, sniffing disdainfully as the rush of sea breezes he brought with him.

"Hello my dear." Walter said gently, walking to her, she turned her nose up and looked away- plainly feeling injured on some point. Walter knew the warning signs and kept his distance.

instead he went to the mahogany desk in the corner by the window and sat, planning on organizing his writing for that day. But Sempronia wasn't about to be ignored, she hopped off the bed, padded lightly across the plush blue carpet and without further ado sat herself in Walters lap and fretfully looked at him. Walter chuckled.

"I cant do my work like this dear." Sempronia gave him a look, plainly saying she thought very little of his literary efforts. She preened and coyly eyed him- Walter laughed.

"Lord almighty- you are a character aren't you?" Sempronia shrugged, preened again, and swept back across the room- swaying in that way only she knew how. Walter only laughed at her as he sorted his papers.

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Evangeline/Puppet:

Evie fluttered along the hallways of the palace, her wings itched and she felt restless. This was never a good sign with her. She skipped along as quickly as she could, Fay councils always left a bad taste in her mouth, all the fairies arguing and nothing being resolved, maybe it was because she was a red fairy that this particularly annoyed her but she felt all the fairy elders should have their noses pulled and ears boxed.

“The old farts!” she cried, plunging down a long narrow stairwell- tiny bare feet padding softly on the cold flagstones. “Of all the stiff necked long winded old badgers they are the worst!” Magic crackled about her leaving small sparkling dust particles in the air behind her, “Honestly- they couldn't decide on the dangers of a dragon if it were eating them.” *she got as close to a growl as a fairy can get and vanished from sight- only to be replaced by a small tiger kitten, she wandered into the inhabited parts of the palace and went in search of her little charge.

She found the princess in her sisters chambers, wistfully admiring the gown and beauty of the eldest princess. Evie waited by the door, not wanting to intrude.

She loved the little princess very much, and her joys were Evie's joys and her troubles, troubled the Fairy. She didn't like seeing either princess unhappy, but Penelope especially.

When Penelope was sent from her sister's rooms- Evie followed at her heels in her tiny kitten form until the two of them were out in the gardens, but it wasn't until they were outside that the little princess noticed her fairy.

“Oh, hi Evie, you can be yourself now.” Evie shifted back and her wings twitched- something wasn't right, Evie could feel it.

Penelope's attention had shifted to something in the tall grass and Evie followed- her skin crawling.

A Man laid on the ground, he was tall and dressed strangely. He seemed to be just awakening, Penelope moved to go closer.

“Penelope, no.” Evie said firmly and pushed the little Princess behind her, wings flaring to shield the girl. The man had a wizards staff or magic wand laying near him. It's wooden shaft was of black and it was tipped with silver and had a silver head- a black wizard, this was just what the council had been dreading, another of the black ones coming to wreak havoc on the kingdoms.

“Penelope, I need you to go inside, now.” Evie's voice was calm and measured, but the child could hear the agitation in her voice and hesitated, “Penelope, please. Hurry.” she nodded and skipped off- Leaving Evie alone with the creature.

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Sat Mar 16, 2013 5:40 pm

kayfortnight says... · Sat Mar 16, 2013 5:40 pm

Demi

I know I didn't write in any coven of mages, but the way the beautiful woman talked, it seemed they'd been in Candira for years. So how did they never notice Lienei? And another problem. The beautiful woman...she was pretty enough to not be a normal person, and Aenon had flirted with all the great beauties of Candira and subsequently left them to rot...or so I thought. How was this woman below my notice?

But that wasn't the strangest thing I had seen this day. There was this girl...I walked closer and whispered, "What's your name?"

"Melody Bluevale. What about you?"

I stopped walking and stared at her in shock. Bluevale. A famous name back home, because of the Bluevale Diaries. The story of a girl who had been caught writing in the early 1700's, and believed to be insane for the tales she wove. I based my world off of hers. Coincidence. It had to be. I said hoarsely, "Demi. Just call me Demi."

~*~

Lienei

We arrived at an old manor after walking a while. I focused on my breathing, trying to calm down, but the anger threatened to rise again, and this time it wasn't caused by Aenon or Demi.

If this coven had been here for years, why, when I was a little girl wandering the streets and struggling with my new-found magic, why did they never help me? Now, when it's far too late, one of their members has the temerity to tell me I'm trespassing on their grounds? How dare they. And to top it all off, that woman was half my age.

The other mage announced, "We're here."

The door creaked open and another answered, "Yes, indeed you are, sister."

I turned and gave Aenon a small shove. He grimaced at me. "What do you want?"

"Stop thinking of ways you can make those girls like you and go back home. Look, I swear when this is over, I'll go to your mansion and you can tell me whose death will satisfy your bloodthirsty urges, alright? But right now, I have the feeling that if you go in there, considering your need to flirt, my servitude to the Darais may end rather abruptly."

He cocked his head and a smile played across his face. "Why, Lienei, I didn't know you cared."

"I don't. You're the only reason the kids back home aren't starving." I followed the woman inside, and footsteps behind me told that the girls did too.

Inside, I spotted many more young, pretty women like the first one. I fumed silently. Exactly how could they have been here for years when not a one looked older than twenty-one? Did they lock away all the older ones in closets or something? The more I saw, the more convinced I was that Mishiqua was lying. I grabbed her shoulder and said, "Enough. What do you want and why are you involving me in it?"

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Sun Mar 17, 2013 4:34 am

CowLogic says... · Sun Mar 17, 2013 4:34 am

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The Puppet Steve Rebar
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A flash of a black, robe-like shirt fluttered for an instant in the dark night, disappearing. It had vanished behind a solid brick wall, one that I immediately scaled with a powerful upward rebound and hands firmly slapped against the concrete ledge. But as soon as I did a pull up to survey the area behind the wall, the area was clear. The man was gone.

Wasting not a second, I dropped back onto the blacktop of the alleyway, the reverberations coursing up through my shins. Feeling no pain, it sprang me into action. I ripped my Colt Modified out of its holster hand clenched it in both hands as I retreated back down the one-way alley.

Seeing the entrance from which the killer who called himself masters had out of when he saw me in hot pursuit, I aimed myself towards it. Grunting, I slammed my shoulder against the rotting wood of the door, and hearing a sickly crunch, I burst through, regaining balance, pistol raised, and scanning the room.

It was dimly lit with cheap, green-light bulbs, and there were leaks from multiple water-damaged ceiling areas. The walls were Spartan save for the cracks and graffiti that littered their planes. There was no furniture other than a metal table and a ratty couch.

I didn’t think this Masters, in all his evil glory would establish a base of operations in this part of town, that’s for sure.

My internal query of the situation was partly answered as I took in the evidence that lay before me.

I guess the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was chemically, but also disgusting, the smell of decomposition, sweat, blood. The air of the room was pungent with the aroma of decay.

Slumped hap-hazardly on the ground lay the deceased man. It was apparent the man had vacated his body at least a couple days ago, because the skin was a ghostly pallor, and dark green veins were visible from beneath the beads of moisture that lay on his skin.

This was no ordinary cause of death. I had to turn away in revulsion and cover my mouth and nose with my shirt as I neared the body, trying to ascertain the method of fatality.

While not the most gory of deaths that I had seen, this was definitely still disturbing, especially seeing how it mirrored several others that had happened as of late. Extending from various places on the man’s carcass were syringes, or maybe just utilitized needles, whose eyes pointed upwards, each ripped fro whatever source it had tapped in the death of the man.

One of them still had a syringe barrel attached however, and it contained dregs of a mystery liquid that seemed suspect in this man’s unfortunate demise.

There seemed a certain irony from the victims that this Masters character chose. They all seemed to be drug users of the arm stain variety. It was a really literary death. Live by the needle, die by the needle.

All strangely book-like tropes aside, the guy I was dealing with was a serial killer, and as my past experience hath shewn me, the police weren’t going to catch this guy in their usual modus operandi. Therefore, it was going to be up to me.

Right on queue, the sickening sounds of a siren went off outside the building front. It would just be fantastic if I was found here at the scene of the crime, from which the sounds of gunshots must have been heard. My friends at the agency weren’t good enough friends in the past when it came to believing my innocence. I didn’t have friends anymore.

I quickly grabbed the intact syringe and stuffed it in a plastic evidence bag, storing it tightly in my coat pocket. I also re-holstered my sidearm and then made a hasty exit.

It was a two mile walk back to my house through the bad part of town. Unfortunately for any bangers who might eye me up on these too-quiet streets, I was tougher than they would be in a fair fight.

In fact, my living conditions would make most others cringe. I approached my shack, the old homestead, and I felt odd. There was something in my gut that attracted me to home, and I figured it must be a stomach thing from the residue of seeing and smelling that chemical-ridden body.

However, I felt no impulse to go behind the wall of my bathroom (a lean-to with a hand dug hole and planted pipe snaking out), I merely unlocked my sliding steel door and entered the converted and patched tractor trailer that I call home.

As I entered, I immediately went to the water spicket I installed out of the floor, intent on satiating my thirst with some musty coffee.

But as I put my gun down on the little table of my kitchen area, there was a sensation unlike anything I ever experienced. I felt like my brain had left my head and went swimming in acid.

When it finally ended, I was left staring at the site of an intruder in my house, into which there was no possible method of entry save for the seven inch thick and locking door.

I didn’t know it yet, but this marked the time my life became a horror show. What my life became made my previous run-ins with murder, rape, and loss look like a kids’ movie.

This was the moment that I met my Puppeteer.

Kneeling on the floor, coughing and dripping wet, was a short, naked man. He wretched, hands sliding on the slick surface of my glazed wood ground, then, looking up at me incredibly, said, simply, “Steve Rebar?”

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Mon Mar 18, 2013 1:06 am

wordsandwishes says... · Mon Mar 18, 2013 1:06 am

Melody

Melody didn't have enough time to turn around and see what was going on before a woman to her left burst into flames. Melody stared in awe as the woman advanced towards Lienei; her eyes glaring daggers.
Then, abruptly, a voice thundered through the cloud. "Anara, that's enough." The woman stopped, and her flames receded.
"Yes Mother Tal."
The woman -mother Tal- looked no older than the rest, but her age was worn clearly in her mannerisms. She kept her nearly-white blond hair up in a neat bun, and looked at the other sirens like a loving mother with her warm green eyes. Her dark skin glinted in the lamplight.
"I am aware you have many questions," she said, looking pointedly at Lienei. "But there is no reason to go about getting answers in such an... uncivilized fashion."
At this, Lienei fumed. Melody could practically feel the rage radiating off her.
All through this though, Melody noticed that none of the sirens (including Mishiqua) broke eye-contact with Mother Tal, nor their unnerving silence.
"Now," said Mother Tal."If you'll please follow me"

Mishiqua

They were all now seated in a large dining/conference room. Mother Tal sat at the head of the table, as usual. "Well", she said. "It appears to me that everyone is accounted for." She turned to Lienei. "Now, what would you like to know?"
Lienei seemed to ponder this for a bit. She then set her piercing gaze on Mother Tal. "Why don't you start by telling me who you are, and we'll go from there."

"We are sirens. Though your people call us by different names. Hm... what were they now... Mermaids? Merfolk? Anyways, I have the feeling that you were asking about our coven specifically." She stood and glided over to one of the large windows in the room and drew the drapes. "We are members of Tilth'malkdiem; The coven of Serpent Sea. You have probably never heard of it. The ships that pass through there scarcely return."

"So have you truly been here for years?"

"We tend not to stay in places to long." She turned to Lienei."After a while, most people begin to notice that we don't age. I don't expect you to believe it, but I am over 13000 years old." Something passed across her face then. Remorse perhaps? No, it couldn't be. "We claimed this land about... 2000 years ago? But, as some of the older members of our family know, we let early due to... complications."

Lienei looked at her quizzically."What sort of complications?"

Mother Tal took a deep breath before answering."My husband, Lucien. I told him about me, about us." Anger flashed in her eyes. "He thought us demons and set the town council on a witch hunt." Her gaze cast down. "Not all of us made it."

"Then why did you claim this land as your territory?"

"We needed a place to stay during the winter season. That and... there was a darkness on the waters that blocked us from our destination; A wall of some sort."

Lienei then turned and stared accusingly at one of the young mortal girls at the back. "Do you have anything to do with this girl?"

Mother Tal looked slightly startled at the sudden turn of events, but she quickly regained her composure." I don't know what you mean."

"Well, it seems strange to me that a girl pops up in my supposedly impenetrable tower, and in the same day I meet a sisterhood of mages that never showed up before but claims to be ancient."
They all turned on Demi and Melody.
"Well, don't look at me", said Demi." I've never even seen these people before."
Melody shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Well..."She glanced up at Mishiqua."I, um, sort of wrote a story about you."

The stunned silence that filled the room was deafening.

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