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   Spoiler! :

   Streaks of dusk pilfered the spotlight of the evening sky as a bright orange ball soared through the air, colliding with knees, rugged shoes, elbows, and the ocassional patch of concrete.
   
   Corden Malarvick rushed forward, punting the orange ball with his elbow before it hit the ground, although he himself did meet the ground, scraping his shoulder against the worn concrete. He shoved himself up off the ground again. One of his teammates, Colin, wooped at his save and high fived him. "Nice save, Corden!" He added at the end.
   
   Corden shimmied and got back into the match. "You know it!" He steadied himself as one of the other teams juggled with the ball on the opposite side of the courtyard. He widened his stanced, keeping his feet solidly on the ground and further apart. As the ball bounced around, it started heading his way. He was holding a corner of the park, right next to the fence. One of his jobs, outside of the game, was to keep the ball within the park and not out of bounds.
   
   As the ball bounced over to him, he reached his hand up to block it, when a Pop! cracked through the air and something knicked his finger. He seethed with the sudden sharp pain, and his arm instinctively retracted. The ball unceremoniously flew over the fence and out of bounds. Corden glanced down at his hand, and it was holding a letter. A letter, from Lyndira!
   

   ~250 words, written 7/7
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    Spoiler! :

    More than 250 but it's what I wrote today:
    Railyn grabbed his spinning chakram out of the air and brought both of them down onto Francois' chest, but before he could, the guy flung two knives at Railyn. He shouted something, but Railyn's adrenaline was too high for him to hear anything.
    
    The knives sunk themselves into his aura right in the middle of his chest. The knives shimmered, one white and one blue, and they both exploded into a huge cloud of frost, knocking Railyn back. This explosion, while closer, wasn't nearly as strong as the first explosion. Batting the cold dust out of his vision, Railyn struggled to maintain his balance.
    
    Meanwhile, Pel activated his aura completely and summoned a flock of... birds? They were moving too fast for Railyn to tell exactly, but the shimmering figures worked decently at obscuring Pel's location.
    
    Francois shouted something again and tossed a sleek green knife towards the whirlwind of birds, but though the knife exploded into a tangled mess of foliage, the whirlwind didn't cease. A couple more birds appeared to replace the ones caught by the web of green. Pel didn't appear to be going on the attack, however-- perhaps he was still hoping for a peaceful resolution? But that was pretty much impossible now.
    
    Railyn shrugged off the chill from the frost and his shock from getting attacked. He connected his chakrams back together and, using his aura, tapped into the artificed etches on the edges of the circular blade. They glowed a dull emerald and the blade started spinning ferociously. Lighting the blade once again, he lobbed the spinning fireball through the frost, arching it directly at Francois.
    
    He rushed in after his spinning chakram, running directly into the remnants of the explosion of frost. He kept his stance low --he didn't want to be hit by his own rogue chakram-- and rammed Francois into the ground.
    
    Francois was prepared this time, though, and he kicked Railyn over him, so they both tumbled into the mud. Railyn was the first to rise, though, and he caught the spinning hilt of the flaming chakram in one fell swoop.
    
    As Francois clambered to his feet, Railyn swung his chakram in a medium arc. It sliced at Francois' throat, but his aura burned a fierce golden with specks of red. Railyn ignited his own aura and the chakram instinctively flew back to him. Instead of catching it, he let it swing around behind him and targeted Francois again.
    
    This time, Railyn charged Francois as his chakram flew around for another strike.
    
    He brought his knee up, slamming into Francois' gut, and caught the chakram as it flew by, slicing it down upon Francois' aura. The impact of his blade, empowered by his Affinity, against the other's aura exploded into a flurry of sparks and raw magical energy.
    
    The force caused Railyn to stumble back a moment, and Francois took that opening, lunging two throwing knives straight into his chest once again. These flashes yellow and ice blue respectively, right as Francois exclaimed "Frozen Thunder!"
    
    The knives exploded in sparks of lightning, arcing out and getting frozen immediately after. Railyn was caught in the middle of it, and his stomach and right arm got frozen next to an arc of lightning. He struggled against it but stopped as Francois chuckled. "You are no match for me." He flipped a knife and walked over. "Now for your friend?"
    
    Railyn couldn't see where Pel was, but hopefully he was somewhere safe. Just then, the realization of what Francois said hit him. "Wait-- did you say Frozen Thunder?"
    
    "Yes, what about it?" Francois frowned impatiently.
    
    "Do you like, have a name for every combination?"
    
    "They are ability names." Francois was deadly serious.
    
    "Not judging--"
    
    Suddenly, Railyn was interrupted by a noise halfway between a battle cry and a strangled scream. There was a flurry of motion as a bunch of... paper? Wait, no, origami birds... whooshed past. Railyn saw Pel following the flock as it bore down on Francois.
    
    The birds attempted to peck at the knife-thrower's hair and clothes, and while most of them were rebuffed by his aura, they did seem to be quite an effective annoyance. Pel lobbed a brick? stone? something he'd apparently picked up into the fray as well, seemingly doing his best to help. His aura swirled in a chilly storm of gray clouds and dead winter leaves.
    
    In the second while Francois was distracted, Pel asked, "Y-you okay?"
    
    Railyn chuckled in between exhausted breaths. "Yep, just chatting with mister explode-y knives over here." He exhaled slowly and let his aura gently flare to life. It struggled against the ice, but he didn't need it there. He focused his aura into his dragon tattoo on his free arm. His palm flared to life in a fury of fire and he punched his frozen arm. The ice shattered away and with another well-placed punch, he was fully free. "You wanna get outta here?"
    
    "Yes, please." Pel gripped his pack tighter. "Which way?"
    
    "Good, let's--"
    
    Two roars happened at the same moment. First, Francois jumped back up and readied two knives in each hand. However, the far more horrifying scream happened behind them. It was a gut-wrenching cry, something definitely not human and maybe not even animal. It trilled and roared and screamed all in one moment. An icy chill crawled down Railyn's spine and all the hair's on his arms stood on end. Without thinking, Railyn opened his newly freed hand and summoned his chakram back to him, and with his other hand --which was still alit with his Dragonfire-- he launched a blast of fire at Francois, which hit him solidly in the chest and knocked him into the darkness.
    
    Pel's eyes were wide. "T-time to run?"
    
    Railyn nodded hastily. "Time to run!" He launched another fireball in a direction that was not where that scream was from, and he saw a dilapidated stone sign that had "Mineshaft Ahead" scrawled on it.
    
    "Good a direction as any, I guess." Pel gulped. Railyn didn't have anything to add to that; he just started jogging in that direction, with Pel following right behind. Another scream rattled behind them, echoing in his ears over and over. He couldn't tell if it was closer or not, but he didn't want to wait to find out. His pace quickened. He couldn't move too fast, as the ground was uneven and wet, and his was wiped. He could barely see in front of him, now that they had moved out beyond the light of the city. His fire was bright but didn't travel far. He couldn't stop moving to thinking about getting a better light, though.
    
    Finally, they got to a fork in the road. Railyn slowed to a stop, letting himself catch his breath. On the right was a broken path that led further into darkness. Railyn fished out the flashlight in the top of the pack and clicked it on, but it did not reveal much more of the right path. However, on the left path it revealed a boarded up mineshaft entrance. The wood wasn't weathered whatsoever, which meant it was recently put there. Which meant the possibility of jewels hidden in there. Railyn pointed this connection out to Pel, who nodded in agreement.
    
    "So you found it too, then?" A familiar voice announced from the darkness. Railyn shined his flashlight to some brush next to the mineshaft. In his other hand, he gripped the hilt of his chakram tighter. He wasn't ready for another fight, but he would do what he had to.
    
    He immediately relaxed as Edalyn stepped out from the brush, a large bo-staff in one hand, the bottom tip trailing the ground behind her. He breathed out a sigh of relief. "You're... not planning on attacking us, right?"
    
    "Now why would I do that?" She asked coolly.
    
    "You should have seen the guy we just left behind," Railyn said, smiling a hollow smile. The truth was that he was far too tired to attempt a good quality joke, even if it was the perfect time to do so.
    
    Pel smiled wearily as well. "Initiation's been pretty rough."
    
    They turned their attention to the mineshaft. Railyn spoke up, "You think there's jewels in there?"
    
    Their conversation was interrupted by a violent screech that was incredibly close to them. At that same moment, Railyn felt something deep within him. He furrowed his brows and hunched over. It wasn't a pain in his stomach, but something far deeper, and far more insidious than just pain. He finally realized where the pain was located. He glanced at his dragon tattoos instinctively.
    
    Something was clawing at the memory he used to summon his aura, his natural connection to the magic within and around him. Whatever it was tugged at his aura, like it was a piece of bread that Railyn held and a ravenous stranger was eyeing him. His palms got clammy, and he rearranged his grip on his chakram. He glanced around at Pel, who looked similarly queasy, but he couldn't even get the energy or thoughts to say something to him.
    
    Then the whispers started. He couldn't hear what they said, but it was like a whispering or buzzing in the back of his mind, making it even more difficult to focus. It was as if the entire world within his mind was being barraged by intruders, and the window of opportunity to save the village was closing.
    
    Railyn blinked twice, struggling to get his mind to work, and the world around him felt as if it was on a delay, like it took longer for him to register anything happening around him.
    
    Instinctively, he grabbed his memory close, and his aura roared to life. Almost instantly, the fog on his brain, the whispers, the sensation in his stomach vanished, and he was able to see and think clearly again. He stumbled as the world whooshed around him, like his brain was rushing to catch up with the reality around him.
    
    Shaking his head to clear his mind, he glanced around him. Edalyn and Aapeli were both in that same state of mind that he was just in, judging from the vacant looks of pain and nausea on their faces.
    
    "Use your auras," he said. Edalyn blinked twice at his words, but Pel didn't react at all. Railyn stumbled up to the man and grasped his face in between Railyn's hands. "Pel, look at me. You gotta start up your aura!"
    
    A slight frown creased Pel's forehead. "Wh... aura...?" He blinked slowly as if waking up from a deep sleep, and his aura slowly started to gather in swirls of pale and dark gray. As the swirls moved faster, Pel looked more alert, until he suddenly jumped back in surprise. "O-oh! What just happened?" He looked around.
    
    Edalyn's aura roared to life, like a roaring ocean around her. "We're being attacked," she seethed out. Pel's eyes grew round and he held on to his pack protectively.
    
    An unsettling growl shook the ground around them, and something large pounced from the trees behind them. Railyn shined his flashlight over to it, but all he could see were red eyes and a vague form of some kind of large feline-like beast. It looked like it was sucking all the light from around them. It hissed at them.
    
    Railyn gulped. "A Voidborn."
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    Spoiler! :

    After the last act of Amet and Thana finished, the crowd was on a high, applauding and shouting. Someone had clearly worked their magic and enthralled the audience.
    
    One of the circus' announcers turned on the speakerphone. "Wow, that last performance really knocked our socks off, huh?!" The crowd cheered in response to that. "Please, give them another round of applause!" The crowd obeyed, roaring to life with their shouts of joy and the thunder of their claps.
    
    After a moment of pause, the announcer breathed out a sigh, letting the excitement wash over them. The audience seemed to realize this and they collectively quietened to listen to what they had to say next.
    
    "Dear audience, the next act is not nearly as explosive as the last one, but I think we all needed a breather after that." The audience agreed with scattered chuckles at that. "Take a breather with us and experience the simple beauty of the next act." The stage lights attached to the metal framework at the top dimmed, and for a brief moment the entire stage and arena was pitch black. Before any lights were turned on, the droning of a didgeridoo echoed through the stage, rumbling the crowd's seats. To the audience, it sounded more like a mix between a growl and a groan, like an omniscient predator waiting in the wings.
    
    Then the drums starting, deep and slow.
    A spotlight shone down onto the stage. A cloaked figure walked into the lit circle. They were a cloaked figure, dressed completely in blue silks.
    
    Threnody unveiled their face. It was a porcelain mask with a face etched into the white gloss. The face was frozen in a position of neutrality, apathy. Threnody began their slow dance. They waved their arms in a slow rhythm, moving them left to right. The silk flowed along their motions, rippling and shimmering against the light. Threnody positioned themself to the audience, their porcelain face staring down the crowd nearest them. They spun in a circle, flashing the silken robes in front of their face. As the silk vanished from their face, their porcelain mask was different. The face was gleeful, frozen in a neverending expression of unadulturated joy. The crowd gasped at the change, suddenly far more invested in the act, partially trying to see the trick.
    
    They spun in circles, waving their silken robes around them in a large circle. Over and over, the blues of the silk broke the white expression of their porcelain mask. The drums increased their speed, and other instrumentals whispered and sang along with the tempo. Unknowingly, the crowd mesmerizingly flowed to the act. They absentmindedly moved along with the music like waves in an ocean of performance. The silk robes around Threnody flowed out, covering the ground around them, growing in all directions.
    
    Then the drums rose to a climax, and ropes of silk dropped from the ceiling. The spotlight vanished, and darkness swept back in for several moments.
    The spotlight flickered back on, focusing on Threnody once again. The audience gasped, seeing how their porcelain mask changed. Instead of a pearly white it was now a deep red with hints of black. Their face was contorted into a nasty grin, one of horror and monstrous glee. Horns adorned the top of the mask and the eyes were pale yellow and encircled with lines of black and brown. Silken tapestries behind Threnody were spotlighted with other lamps, and they flowed to the rhythm of the angry drums. Threnody began another dance, this one fast and angry, as they moved their arms back and forth in sharp, harsh movements. Threnody jabbed, and with each jab the silk on their arms jerked and flowed around them like harsh waves to a tempered storm. The tapestry behind Threnody were angry clouds, and Threnody a joyful marionette that orchestrated the chaos around them. The silken waves groaned and heaved under Threnody's demands and instructions. Spotlights flashed like lightning around them, the drums answering the flashes with booms of thunder.
    
    Then the drums stopped suddenly, and Threnody's masked form glared at the audience, who were enthralled by the performance. The smile on their mask seemed to grow, seemed to crawl off of their mask and inched closer to the audience. Then more flashing of lights or lightning, the difference unknown to the audience at this point. In between each flash was painstakingly long darkness, and the mask answered the darkness with jumpscares as it seemingly crawled forward towards the audience. Threnody's form rose amid the silk around her, and she spun around, circling her arms in a vertical circle around their mask. The storm of silk and sound surrounded them, as they imposed upon the crowd, like a tidal wave of doom and chaos. They grasped their demon mask with their silken gloved hands and raised it above the waves like a ghostly figure before the storm, and as the drums quickened and the wave of silk rose, Threnody stopped her movements and collapsed into the sea of silk, and all sound and light ceased.
    Two spotlights focused onto the ceiling as two golden silken strands tumbled down against a light blue backdrop, mimicking the sky. A third spotlight shone on the spot Threnody had fallen to. She stood up from the pool of silk around her with a new mask adorning her face. This mask was a solemn one, an expression of calmness or indifference, with their eyes closed. At the top of the mask were gold etchings, resembling a crown. As the two silken threads floated down to Threnody, they grabbed onto both of them, wrapping their arms around the silk. The crowd breathed out a sigh of relief seeing that they were okay.
    
    The drums started again, this time a quicker but lighter tempo. Threnody climbed up the silk threads, started slow. They weaved in between the two strands, then heaved themselves to one side and the the two strands began swinging back and forth. Threnody twisted their robed body around the silk threads, dancing in the air to the rhythm and tempo of the drums. Someone whooped from the audience and the drums had an aura of light music with them, like flutes were in the background. Threnody spun around the silken threads, climbing their way into the sky.
    
    The pace of the drums quickened, and the feeling amongst the crowd became one of tension and anxiety, one of unknown origin, like they were waiting for something bad to happen, but they knew not of what it could be. Threnody's gloved hand slipped from one golden strand, and she tumbled down the other strand a few feet. The crowd gasped instinctively, suddenly fearing for their safety. Threnody wrapped themself in the single silken thread they were holding onto, falling even further. Shouts from the crowd and the drums quickening thickened the tension in the air.
    
    Threnody's free hand struggled for the other stand of silk as it flowed just out of reach of them. They surged forward and managed to grab ahold of it. Threnody hung between the two strands awkwardly, then they tumbled, and the mixture of their blue silk and the golden aeriel silken threads tumbled and joined in several knots, covering Threnody in the chaotic mix.
    
    The spotlight flickered off and on, and suddenly Threnody was gone completely. But, in the middle of the knot was their mask, the crowned one from before, but this time it was... different. The golden silken threads were now splashed with colors of red, and the mask had streams of tears falling from the eyes, that were now open and staring into the soul of each of the crowd. The expression on the mask was an unhinged smile, grinning from one end of the mask to the other, unaffected by the tears, and the crown atop the mask glinted in the spotlight.
    
    For a moment, the single spotlight lingered on the mask. The drums fell completely silent, and nothing or nobody moved. Then the stage darkened once more.
    
    A smaller spotlight veered from the mask to the ground, where Threnody walked in from one of the wings, a soft smile on their mask now, as she waved a gloved hand to the crowd, who burst into energetic, albeit confused, applause. Threnody bowed a few times and the announcer bellowed over the crowd announcing the end of the act. Threnody paid them no mind as they walked back offstage, where Hazel was waiting in the wings.
    
    He grinned at Threnody. "Really subtle, there." He held up a hand, and they high fived.
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    Spoiler! :

    Cyra narrowed her eyes. "Charmed. Kynina, was it? Why'd you choose Lux Academy?"
    
    Cyra shrugged. "My best friend Saturn. He's going to Lyndira. Then again, he's always been more of an academic." They looked Kynina up and down. "But you're more battle-aligned, right?"
    
    "What's your weapon? I don't see one on you." Cyra tried to spot something, the hilt of a dagger, the head of a baton, but Kynina's coat seemed to cover her belt.
    
    Cyra's eye twitched. Dang, that's impressive. "Those must be useful. Very quiet, and you have a quick hand. You can do some real damage." Way to sound like a massive idiot, Cyra. They tried to ignore how warm their face had gotten.
    
    Cyra cleared xer throat. "Battle-ax. I use a two-handed battle-ax. The handle's artificed so it doesn't shatter on impact." Xe gestured towards the bottles across xer chest. "I use these too."
    
    Cyra smirked. "Do you want to see what these are capable of?" They unhooked a small teal teardrop bottle. "I have a beta test right here."
    
    "Attack you here, in front of every teacher on campus." Fae snorted. "No thanks. Besides, this one isn't an attack." They placed it on the floor in front of Safi. "Ready?"
    
    Cyra grinned and activated her affinity, placing a criss-cross of dark green and rust orange on her hand. She smashed the bottle, grinding the fragile glass into dust. Within seconds, mist oozed out of the mess, swishing around the trio's ankles. "Can you guess how I did that?"
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Instead, there was the rustling of the leaves, and the occasional sound of animals. One cry sounded remarkably like a goose honking, though Siang Yi thought it would be odd for a goose to be hanging around here.