Writing Contest! [CLOSED]

[ML1201]

( has written a first draft, but hasn't gone through to make changes yet. She might not make the deadline because of classes and stuff...)

[Android]

I am making a new story for this. My first one is too quickly paced and not really interesting (to me). I will probably post it up soon. (Is writing it now)

[Fox]

Username: Fox
Prose: 2

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I sit by myself on a small cliff jutting over the sea. Many others stretch around the island I’m on, but this is one of my favorites despite its low height.
My name is Jessica. I am a Neragato, a water cat. I am the last of my kind. I’ve lived through countless centuries, memories blurring from one to another. And yet, my time here may be coming to an end, by my own choice.

The history of my race runs many eons to almost the beginning of time. We are deities, almost gods and goddesses, of the water, almost immortal. Somehow, though, humans have managed to kill us off until we have slowly dwindled down to one. Here I am, the last of my kind, brought down low by mankind. Am I willing to make the sacrifice of my own race for the ones who have killed us off?

“Hey, Jessica.” I start and turn around. It’s Laiy, a wolf deity of the air. I relax slightly. “Laiy, what are you doing here? You know I like to be by myself.” He looks at me with concern in his dark brown eyes. My own unfathomable sky blue cat ones reflect off of his along with my almost-human appearance. A frown makes creases across his forehead. Silver-black hair frames his angular, tanned face. “There’s something bothering you,” he says finally. “Does it have anything to do with the bit of ancient writing I told you about last week?”

Week, month. Does it matter anymore? So many days pass between each blink of an eye, months and years blending in. But Laiy is right. It’s bothering me. He found an incredibly ancient piece of paper, dating from the time when mankind was first discovering crude stone tools. I smiled slightly, remembering that time. But my smile quickly fades away when I remember what the paper read. It spoke of mankind’s last days. With their fall would come the fall of all the deities, all life, even if humans were destroying some already. I think of Laiy, all of his friends, and all other deities. I don’t want him to die, don’t want him to leave all the wonders of this world. This place can be saved, I know. But saving this world, saving Laiy, will cost a terrible price.

My life.

The cost of my own life pales against that of many others. But if I sacrifice myself there would be no chance of the Neragato coming back. I ache with all of my heart not to be the last. I am truly and utterly alone in this world. One day, I will still die and bring a stop to the apocalypse. But how much damage will have been done by then? Will there even be anything worth left saving, when I die? I know that what the paper says is true. There is an unflinching certainty about it. I’m sure it’s even older than it seems. My point, however, is that it speaks truth.

Hope rises in my chest; it’s always trying to deny what I know is true. It is only a paper. Perhaps it means someone else, not me. I glance at Laiy to see if he is still there. He’s not. I’m sure he turned into wind and gusted away, unnoticed, while I was distracted. I smile slightly. It makes me feel a bit better, despite the fact that I know I’m going to die. The paper wrote a prophecy and spoke of me. It said: The last of the first may save or raze, deliver or condemn all life as we know it. It’s clearly me. Like I’ve said, my race has extended almost to the beginning of time, before any other sentient species.

Can I give my life for people I don’t know? The question blazes in my mind. A nagging voice in my head whispers, You know Laiy. What about him? Will you do it for him?

Trembles shake the cliff I’m sitting on. In one swift, fluid motion I jump off into the water. The water curls comfortingly around me, caressing my skin. I relax in its embrace. Much as it is I know that this is bad news. Already earthquakes are rendering the land apart, tearing it into large, separated chunks. I look through the water as the island collapses into my sea. Birds take flight and a few crabs sink to the ocean floor, but any other animal wriggles around and drowns.

I find a current to Shanghai, China and hitch a ride there. It’s nighttime there. Neon lights glow in stark contrast with the velvety black night. It’s a beautiful sight, and one of my favorite places to go. I find an empty dock leading out onto the ocean and sit at the edge, my bare feet creating undulating ripples in the water. A tremor shakes the city as waves of energy radiate from an earthquake’s focal point. I should save this place, I know. But I’m selfish. I wish to keep my life, even if it would cost thousands, millions, billions of others. In my heart I know what to do but my mind will not agree. I’m pondering my thoughts when Laiy somehow finds me again. I’m surprised by his sudden appearance but I don’t object, even when he sits down next to me.

“You’re planning to do something, aren’t you?” He said suspiciously. I pause, wondering how to answer this. On one hand, I don’t want to do it, but on the other I’m already laying out the plans for it, for my life to possibly end.

In response I say, “Yes. Laiy, you must promise not to follow me. This…” I trail off, not saying what I know will happen. Laiy, this will break your heart. He looks puzzled. “Jessica. I’m not promising until I have a reasonable explanation.” His hand absently reaches for mine. I let it stay. This might be the only time Laiy will ever be able to do it. He has helped me decide what to do. I will give my life. Not for the world, not for mankind, but for Laiy. He gives me an impatient look.

I jump into the water and quickly locate a current. I slip smoothly into it as it carries me effortlessly away. Behind me I heard Laiy shout, “Jessica! Jessica-” His voice chokes as he finally realizes what I’m going to do.

I emerge at the cliffs of Moher in Ireland. I quickly scale the cliffs and make my way through the woods to a little building in the woods. Inside is a small shrine. It’s a simple statue of my family. I bow my head to pay my last respects to my mother, my father, all of my friends and family. Soon I will be seeing them in the world beyond. “I will see you soon,” I whisper aloud, tears threatening to overflow onto my cheeks. I bow my head and allow myself to cry.

Once again Laiy has found me. He stands in the doorway of the hut. “Jessica, you can’t possibly mean to do this!” he says, anguish clear in his voice. I stand up. I’m sure my eyes are red and tears are streaming down my cheeks. I don’t say anything. Instead I just walk up to him and hug him, the most obvious sign of affection we’ve ever given each other. Then, on impulse, I kiss him. I murmur to him, “Laiy, I don’t know if you know this, but I love you.” He blinks, and I know that I really do. Before he can say something back and keep me from ever doing this, I push him aside and sprint away across the open fields.

I run as fast as I can toward the cliffs. There’s a whoosh as Laiy does his power of air thing, apparently riding an air current to where I am. I look up and say, “Don’t follow me, Laiy,” before running on. I hear Laiy land on the ground and falter for a moment. “Jessica, don’t,” he begs. “Don’t leave me alone here.” I falter too, for a moment, before I remember that if I do stay, everyone will die, even Laiy. And that is exactly what I don’t want to happen. I make another sprint for the cliffs. It seems that I’ll never get there but suddenly I’m standing on the edge, teetering on the brink of life and death.

I look back. Laiy is holding his hands out to me in defeat. “Oh, Jessica,” he sighs. His eyes are full of anguish, pain and grief, like his voice. I want so much to turn away and join him, but I know I can’t. Laiy won’t ever understand.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper before flinging myself off the cliff.

I close my eyes and embrace my death, my long black hair flying out behind me. My arms are spread out as I plunge into the sea, or in a way, myself. Am I not a deity of the sea? We are both connected, I know the sea, and in its own way the sea knows me. It knows my wish and cuts away all of my gifts away from me. I can no longer breathe underwater; I can no longer be at home here. I close my eyes. Precious bubbles of air escape my mouth. My hair drifts in the water gracefully and I allow myself to sink into the comforting, dark depths of the sea.

I’m coming home to you, Mother, Father.

Good bye, Laiy.

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 I sit by myself on a small cliff jutting over the sea. Many others stretch around the island I’m on, but this is one of my favorites despite its low height. 	
My name is Jessica. I am a Neragato, a water cat. I am the last of my kind. I’ve lived through countless centuries, memories blurring from one to another. And yet, my time here may be coming to an end, by my own choice. 

	The history of my race runs many eons to almost the beginning of time. We are deities, almost gods and goddesses, of the water, almost immortal. Somehow, though, humans have managed to kill us off until we have slowly dwindled down to one. Here I am, the last of my kind, brought down low by mankind. Am I willing to make the sacrifice of my own race for the ones who have killed us off? 

	“Hey, Jessica.” I start and turn around. It’s Laiy, a wolf deity of the air. I relax slightly. “Laiy, what are you doing here? You know I like to be by myself.” He looks at me with concern in his dark brown eyes. My own unfathomable sky blue cat ones reflect off of his along with my almost-human appearance. A frown makes creases across his forehead. Silver-black hair frames his angular, tanned face. “There’s something bothering you,” he says finally. “Does it have anything to do with the bit of ancient writing I told you about last week?”

	Week, month. Does it matter anymore? So many days pass between each blink of an eye, months and years blending in. But Laiy is right. It’s bothering me. He found an incredibly ancient piece of paper, dating from the time when mankind was first discovering crude stone tools. I smiled slightly, remembering that time. But my smile quickly fades away when I remember what the paper read. It spoke of mankind’s last days. With their fall would come the fall of all the deities, all life, even if humans were destroying some already. I think of Laiy, all of his friends, and all other deities. I don’t want him to die, don’t want him to leave all the wonders of this world. This place can be saved, I know. But saving this world, saving Laiy, will cost a terrible price. 

My life. 

The cost of my own life pales against that of many others. But if I sacrifice myself there would be no chance of the Neragato coming back. I ache with all of my heart not to be the last. I am truly and utterly alone in this world. One day, I will still die and bring a stop to the apocalypse. But how much damage will have been done by then? Will there even be anything worth left saving, when I die? I know that what the paper says is true. There is an unflinching certainty about it. I’m sure it’s even older than it seems. My point, however, is that it speaks truth. 

Hope rises in my chest; it’s always trying to deny what I know is true. It is only a paper. Perhaps it means someone else, not me. I glance at Laiy to see if he is still there. He’s not. I’m sure he turned into wind and gusted away, unnoticed, while I was distracted. I smile slightly. It makes me feel a bit better, despite the fact that I know I’m going to die. The paper wrote a prophecy and spoke of me. It said: [i]The last of the first may save or raze, deliver or condemn all life as we know it.[/i] It’s clearly me. Like I’ve said, my race has extended almost to the beginning of time, before any other sentient species. 

Can I give my life for people I don’t know? The question blazes in my mind. A nagging voice in my head whispers, [i]You know Laiy. What about him? Will you do it for him? [/i]

Trembles shake the cliff I’m sitting on. In one swift, fluid motion I jump off into the water. The water curls comfortingly around me, caressing my skin. I relax in its embrace. Much as it is I know that this is bad news. Already earthquakes are rendering the land apart, tearing it into large, separated chunks. I look through the water as the island collapses into my sea. Birds take flight and a few crabs sink to the ocean floor, but any other animal wriggles around and drowns. 

I find a current to Shanghai, China and hitch a ride there. It’s nighttime there. Neon lights glow in stark contrast with the velvety black night. It’s a beautiful sight, and one of my favorite places to go. I find an empty dock leading out onto the ocean and sit at the edge, my bare feet creating undulating ripples in the water. A tremor shakes the city as waves of energy radiate from an earthquake’s focal point. I should save this place, I know. But I’m selfish. I wish to keep my life, even if it would cost thousands, millions, billions of others. In my heart I know what to do but my mind will not agree. I’m pondering my thoughts when Laiy somehow finds me again. I’m surprised by his sudden appearance but I don’t object, even when he sits down next to me. 

“You’re planning to do something, aren’t you?” He said suspiciously. I pause, wondering how to answer this. On one hand, I don’t want to do it, but on the other I’m already laying out the plans for it, for my life to possibly end. 

In response I say, “Yes. Laiy, you must promise not to follow me. This…” I trail off, not saying what I know will happen. Laiy, this will break your heart. He looks puzzled. “Jessica. I’m not promising until I have a reasonable explanation.” His hand absently reaches for mine. I let it stay. This might be the only time Laiy will ever be able to do it. He has helped me decide what to do. I will give my life. Not for the world, not for mankind, but for Laiy. He gives me an impatient look. 

I jump into the water and quickly locate a current. I slip smoothly into it as it carries me effortlessly away. Behind me I heard Laiy shout, “Jessica! Jessica-” His voice chokes as he finally realizes what I’m going to do. 

I emerge at the cliffs of Moher in Ireland. I quickly scale the cliffs and make my way through the woods to a little building in the woods. Inside is a small shrine. It’s a simple statue of my family. I bow my head to pay my last respects to my mother, my father, all of my friends and family. Soon I will be seeing them in the world beyond. “I will see you soon,” I whisper aloud, tears threatening to overflow onto my cheeks. I bow my head and allow myself to cry. 

Once again Laiy has found me. He stands in the doorway of the hut. “Jessica, you can’t possibly mean to do this!” he says, anguish clear in his voice. I stand up. I’m sure my eyes are red and tears are streaming down my cheeks. I don’t say anything. Instead I just walk up to him and hug him, the most obvious sign of affection we’ve ever given each other. Then, on impulse, I kiss him. I murmur to him, “Laiy, I don’t know if you know this, but I love you.” He blinks, and I know that I really do. Before he can say something back and keep me from ever doing this, I push him aside and sprint away across the open fields. 

I run as fast as I can toward the cliffs. There’s a whoosh as Laiy does his power of air thing, apparently riding an air current to where I am. I look up and say, “Don’t follow me, Laiy,” before running on. I hear Laiy land on the ground and falter for a moment. “Jessica, don’t,” he begs. “Don’t leave me alone here.” I falter too, for a moment, before I remember that if I do stay, everyone will die, even Laiy. And that is exactly what I don’t want to happen. I make another sprint for the cliffs. It seems that I’ll never get there but suddenly I’m standing on the edge, teetering on the brink of life and death. 

I look back. Laiy is holding his hands out to me in defeat. “Oh, Jessica,” he sighs. His eyes are full of anguish, pain and grief, like his voice. I want so much to turn away and join him, but I know I can’t. Laiy won’t ever understand.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper before flinging myself off the cliff. 

I close my eyes and embrace my death, my long black hair flying out behind me. My arms are spread out as I plunge into the sea, or in a way, myself. Am I not a deity of the sea? We are both connected, I know the sea, and in its own way the sea knows me. It knows my wish and cuts away all of my gifts away from me. I can no longer breathe underwater; I can no longer be at home here. I close my eyes. Precious bubbles of air escape my mouth. My hair drifts in the water gracefully and I allow myself to sink into the comforting, dark depths of the sea. 

I’m coming home to you, Mother, Father. 

Good bye, Laiy. 

[Kestrad]

entry!

I'll put it up!

[Fox]

you know, I'm really hoping you'll read it right now. Hmm, I wonder why.

[Kestrad]

Prompt 1
Untitled by l337Lorelei

Spoiler

Lorelei glared out the window of The Keep. Big white fluffy flakes were falling slowly from the sky. There was already a good coating of snow on the ground; many magi had gone out to enjoy it. She glared at them, too, before turning away from the window. She despised snow. It was all could and wet and... cold and wet. Speaking of the cold, she was feeling rather cold herself. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself. When she had still lived in The Keep she would often sleep the entire day away when it was cold and snowy like this. But she didn't live here anymore. She glanced back at the small guest room she was in. The snow had already kept her in here for two days; she was sick of the room. Almost in challenge she glared outside at the snow. She was a fire magi, she wouldn't stay huddled up in some room because of a foot of snow! She would go out there and...and go home! She'd like to see that stupid snow try to stop her!
Turning on her heel resolutely she made her way down to the courtyard. However, as she got closer to the mass of white she was walking slower and slower. Finally she stopped just short of entering the courtyard. Nervously she glanced around... good, nobody was there. Gingerly she stepped into the snow...and immediately withdrew her foot. That snow was really cold. Even through boots she could feel it. Suddenly a hand pushed her on the back to send her tumbling into the snow. She yelped in surprise and tried to regain her balance. Soon, however, she was face first in the snow. Lorelei turned and glared at the person who pushed her; she came face to face with a pair of laughing blue eyes. The man they belonged to snickered at her as he leaned back. She crossed her arms and pouted.
"Ha ha, very funny Ymiros." She summoned a small ball of fire and began holding it to her wet and snowy cloths; they began to steam almost immediately. The man looked down at her, a playful smirk coming over his face.
"I thought it was pretty funny. The look on your face was priceless. And when you put your foot down-ha! You looked like an alphyn being forced to take a bath!" Despite his mocking words, his voice had a hint of what might have been fondness.
Lorelei moved to get up and Ymiros quickly offered his hand. She stared at it, then took it. He saw a flash of a smile before he was pulled down into the snow beside the fire magi. She laughed and lay back in the snow beside him.
He smiled at her. "I guess I kinda deserved that, huh?"
She nodded. "Of course you did." Suddenly, the snow didn't feel so cold anymore.
Ymiros glanced over at her. "What brings you to The Keep, anyway? Certainly not any of your creatures."
"Well, Aurora asked me to deliver so herbs Master Belmos had asked for. I also came to see if I could get a koi from the pond... no luck, though."
"Master Belmos ordered herbs? Why didn't he just grow them here?"
"Well, it is very hard to grow; it requires almost constant attention. It's also very fussy about the soil it'll grow in, and the type of water... or so she says. Not to mention that it's too cold here, right now." She nodded her head sagely.
Ymiors shrugged. "Well, if you say so... And speaking of cold, why don't we head inside? I'll make you some cocoa." He brushed snow off of himself as best he could while he stood up.
Lorelei sat up eagerly. Now that she was reminded, she did feel pretty cold. This time, when he offered his hand, she took it happily. After he helped her up, she glanced back at the snow. Maybe... the snow wasn't so bad after all.

Prompt 2

Untitled by Fox:

Spoiler

I sit by myself on a small cliff jutting over the sea. Many others stretch around the island I’m on, but this is one of my favorites despite its low height.
My name is Jessica. I am a Neragato, a water cat. I am the last of my kind. I’ve lived through countless centuries, memories blurring from one to another. And yet, my time here may be coming to an end, by my own choice.

The history of my race runs many eons to almost the beginning of time. We are deities, almost gods and goddesses, of the water, almost immortal. Somehow, though, humans have managed to kill us off until we have slowly dwindled down to one. Here I am, the last of my kind, brought down low by mankind. Am I willing to make the sacrifice of my own race for the ones who have killed us off?

“Hey, Jessica.” I start and turn around. It’s Laiy, a wolf deity of the air. I relax slightly. “Laiy, what are you doing here? You know I like to be by myself.” He looks at me with concern in his dark brown eyes. My own unfathomable sky blue cat ones reflect off of his along with my almost-human appearance. A frown makes creases across his forehead. Silver-black hair frames his angular, tanned face. “There’s something bothering you,” he says finally. “Does it have anything to do with the bit of ancient writing I told you about last week?”

Week, month. Does it matter anymore? So many days pass between each blink of an eye, months and years blending in. But Laiy is right. It’s bothering me. He found an incredibly ancient piece of paper, dating from the time when mankind was first discovering crude stone tools. I smiled slightly, remembering that time. But my smile quickly fades away when I remember what the paper read. It spoke of mankind’s last days. With their fall would come the fall of all the deities, all life, even if humans were destroying some already. I think of Laiy, all of his friends, and all other deities. I don’t want him to die, don’t want him to leave all the wonders of this world. This place can be saved, I know. But saving this world, saving Laiy, will cost a terrible price.

My life.

The cost of my own life pales against that of many others. But if I sacrifice myself there would be no chance of the Neragato coming back. I ache with all of my heart not to be the last. I am truly and utterly alone in this world. One day, I will still die and bring a stop to the apocalypse. But how much damage will have been done by then? Will there even be anything worth left saving, when I die? I know that what the paper says is true. There is an unflinching certainty about it. I’m sure it’s even older than it seems. My point, however, is that it speaks truth.

Hope rises in my chest; it’s always trying to deny what I know is true. It is only a paper. Perhaps it means someone else, not me. I glance at Laiy to see if he is still there. He’s not. I’m sure he turned into wind and gusted away, unnoticed, while I was distracted. I smile slightly. It makes me feel a bit better, despite the fact that I know I’m going to die. The paper wrote a prophecy and spoke of me. It said: The last of the first may save or raze, deliver or condemn all life as we know it. It’s clearly me. Like I’ve said, my race has extended almost to the beginning of time, before any other sentient species.

Can I give my life for people I don’t know? The question blazes in my mind. A nagging voice in my head whispers, You know Laiy. What about him? Will you do it for him?

Trembles shake the cliff I’m sitting on. In one swift, fluid motion I jump off into the water. The water curls comfortingly around me, caressing my skin. I relax in its embrace. Much as it is I know that this is bad news. Already earthquakes are rendering the land apart, tearing it into large, separated chunks. I look through the water as the island collapses into my sea. Birds take flight and a few crabs sink to the ocean floor, but any other animal wriggles around and drowns.

I find a current to Shanghai, China and hitch a ride there. It’s nighttime there. Neon lights glow in stark contrast with the velvety black night. It’s a beautiful sight, and one of my favorite places to go. I find an empty dock leading out onto the ocean and sit at the edge, my bare feet creating undulating ripples in the water. A tremor shakes the city as waves of energy radiate from an earthquake’s focal point. I should save this place, I know. But I’m selfish. I wish to keep my life, even if it would cost thousands, millions, billions of others. In my heart I know what to do but my mind will not agree. I’m pondering my thoughts when Laiy somehow finds me again. I’m surprised by his sudden appearance but I don’t object, even when he sits down next to me.

“You’re planning to do something, aren’t you?” He said suspiciously. I pause, wondering how to answer this. On one hand, I don’t want to do it, but on the other I’m already laying out the plans for it, for my life to possibly end.

In response I say, “Yes. Laiy, you must promise not to follow me. This…” I trail off, not saying what I know will happen. Laiy, this will break your heart. He looks puzzled. “Jessica. I’m not promising until I have a reasonable explanation.” His hand absently reaches for mine. I let it stay. This might be the only time Laiy will ever be able to do it. He has helped me decide what to do. I will give my life. Not for the world, not for mankind, but for Laiy. He gives me an impatient look.

I jump into the water and quickly locate a current. I slip smoothly into it as it carries me effortlessly away. Behind me I heard Laiy shout, “Jessica! Jessica-” His voice chokes as he finally realizes what I’m going to do.

I emerge at the cliffs of Moher in Ireland. I quickly scale the cliffs and make my way through the woods to a little building in the woods. Inside is a small shrine. It’s a simple statue of my family. I bow my head to pay my last respects to my mother, my father, all of my friends and family. Soon I will be seeing them in the world beyond. “I will see you soon,” I whisper aloud, tears threatening to overflow onto my cheeks. I bow my head and allow myself to cry.

Once again Laiy has found me. He stands in the doorway of the hut. “Jessica, you can’t possibly mean to do this!” he says, anguish clear in his voice. I stand up. I’m sure my eyes are red and tears are streaming down my cheeks. I don’t say anything. Instead I just walk up to him and hug him, the most obvious sign of affection we’ve ever given each other. Then, on impulse, I kiss him. I murmur to him, “Laiy, I don’t know if you know this, but I love you.” He blinks, and I know that I really do. Before he can say something back and keep me from ever doing this, I push him aside and sprint away across the open fields.

I run as fast as I can toward the cliffs. There’s a whoosh as Laiy does his power of air thing, apparently riding an air current to where I am. I look up and say, “Don’t follow me, Laiy,” before running on. I hear Laiy land on the ground and falter for a moment. “Jessica, don’t,” he begs. “Don’t leave me alone here.” I falter too, for a moment, before I remember that if I do stay, everyone will die, even Laiy. And that is exactly what I don’t want to happen. I make another sprint for the cliffs. It seems that I’ll never get there but suddenly I’m standing on the edge, teetering on the brink of life and death.

I look back. Laiy is holding his hands out to me in defeat. “Oh, Jessica,” he sighs. His eyes are full of anguish, pain and grief, like his voice. I want so much to turn away and join him, but I know I can’t. Laiy won’t ever understand.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper before flinging myself off the cliff.

I close my eyes and embrace my death, my long black hair flying out behind me. My arms are spread out as I plunge into the sea, or in a way, myself. Am I not a deity of the sea? We are both connected, I know the sea, and in its own way the sea knows me. It knows my wish and cuts away all of my gifts away from me. I can no longer breathe underwater; I can no longer be at home here. I close my eyes. Precious bubbles of air escape my mouth. My hair drifts in the water gracefully and I allow myself to sink into the comforting, dark depths of the sea.

I’m coming home to you, Mother, Father.

Good bye, Laiy.

Another universe by Niada

Spoiler

I am dying.

I am dying.

How is this possible, I’ve wondered many times since this realization. I, a being of sheer power, a being so infinite and unique that my abilities, my entire self, span far and wide and is more than what any other being in existence can even imagine-

But not anymore.

This was my first indication that something horrible was happening. It was a terrifying experience to reach out and realize in the next moment that I couldn’t imagine what I had been thinking of doing.

I tried to console myself; this was the first and only time (so far) my imagination, and thus my abilities, had shrunken. So what if I could no longer remember more than half my actions in my very long lifespan? I knew the other half still, and if I’ve forgotten, then it couldn’t have been very important, yes?

I remember then creating a few avatars in the images of the sentient species and sending them off to their respective planets (one to start a war that would consume the entire world, another to inspire an epiphany that would change the sentient life forever, and a third to attend a concert; I’ve heard that the music there was lovely) to redirect my thoughts.

I wish I didn’t remember; it is only a reminder of my lost greatness.

Soon after, I could no longer travel through time. I was devastated, though I told myself I could still navigate the multiverse, and as long as I could travel to the many, many alternate universes, it’d be like I could still move back and forth in time. But then I felt that starting to slip away from me too. At the last moment, eons of worry and fear later, I pulled myself out of one universe and into another I had never explored, in hopes that the universe I would be stuck in for the rest of my life would be one suitable to handle my everlasting curiosity.

This was not the case. I now rest adrift in the center of a dying star to think of my fate after a thorough and drawn out exploration of this universe.

I’ve known from my very birth, the beginning of the multiverse, that my power was limited, that I’m not the first and greatest being out there. I did not create the very first universe, and I did not create myself. My only possible explanation besides science (which is a flimsy explanation; it is not always constant, and often varies with different universes) is what many sentients of different worlds call god. Or gods, or goddesses, or deities; there are so many words for the same thing: a creator of existence. Often associated with these religions is another plain of existence that comes with death.

Throughout my travels, when I was still great, I’ve never encountered a ‘heaven’, or ‘hell’ or ‘nirvana’. But the possibility of another state of being was not out of the question, after all I’ve ever seen and done. There is also the possibility that after death I’d just blink out of existence, but that’d be a new experience too.

So. I do not fear death. I will merely see it as a new universe to discover and explore.

The star around me began to collapse on itself. I later began to do the same.

Fiery Memory by Dragons

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A girl that look only a decade and eight years into her life was laying sprawled out on top of a mattress, her eyes staring blank at the ceiling. One may think she was dead, the way her thin chest barely rose and the way her eyes never closed. The clock on the wall was the only sound in the silent room. In honest truth, the girl was eons old, being the daughter of a god allowed her to stay young and beautiful. Her auburn locks never turned to grey, and her smooth skin never wrinkled, and her bones never grew brittle.

But her life crashed not soon after turning a few decades old, her once dashing knight of a husband now gone, her own young looked many years older than her, even her grandkids were older in looks. She watched as her family died generation by generation. She kept with them by a system. Only one member at a time knew exactly who she was. She was the friendly neighbor, or the family friend to the rest. It was the only thing that kept her sane.

Now, she has grown from them, however. She rarely contacts anyone outside of her home anymore, spending her days alone, have long ago lost her grip on reality. She lost her grip not too long after World War II. It was the last time she had seen her family, and the last she had seen any human.

She had seen so many wars, so much blood-spilling, so much lost. She had seen all of Earth’s problems, faults, cracks, all of man’s mistakes. The last war drove her out of her mind. She plead to the gods for many night, many days, for some salvation, a way out of this world, into her world of isolation she lives in now. But she remembers none of it now. It was all just a blur. It was like living with amnesia, she knew what she was, but not who she was. She did not remember how to even speak. She simply didn’t live anymore, just existed. A simple being with no set goal to drive her forward, a empty shell that was once a living being.

The girl roused from her position on the bed, her body moving swiftly in the normal routine. She cleaned herself, got dressed, then wandered about in her own little world. But nothing about this day was ordinary.

The first thing she noticed was that is was still early outside, her house cloaked in darkness. A small flame trickled from her fingers into the palm of her hand, allowing her to move clearly. She lights a candle and curls up in a chair, waiting for the sun to break dawn. Her mind is clouded with an image. The image of a man, who she could not recall much about, but his image made her heart swell, and a knot build in her throat as she choked back tears provoked from a deep memory that was long forgotten.

The man was tall and muscular, his hair was shaggy and brown, his eyes were a dark brown, to her deep green. In the image he was smiling a big, wide white smile. His eyes were crinkled up like he was laughing, and she could hear the laugh, it made her heart jump. She wasn't sure why, or who he was, but she could feel a longing. She had forgotten the man that had given and stolen her love, causing her to not love another. This was her knight husband, Sir Jacob.

She tried to shake the image out of her head, dismissing the man as a fantasy, or a reminder of a past life, nothing she could get again. She had no memories, she was almost like a new picture painted recently. She had a past, one not know, she knew what she was, who she was. She was Claire, a empty shell, basically.

A sound suddenly ripped from her throat, her eyes became blurred and stung. The water fell in warm rivers down her face and dripped down her chin. A dog, one awoken by its master's sobs came to comfort the age-old woman. She buried her face the soft brown fur as the tears came. She didn't move once she had stopped either. She sat there with the dog in her arms, taking in its earthy smell. "I want to mortal again..." She began wept quietly again, squeezing the last few drops from her eyes, "I want to see him again..." She slowly got up, her scarlet robe falling in folds on the floor, then lead the dog outside. Once there, she took deep gasps of cold morning air, the freshness of her isolated paradise calming her down, and drying the tears.

The rising sun's tongue of light had grown since the woman had woken. She gazed over the nearby woods, her mind lost. The air was warming before she had woken from her trance. She was woken by the sound of track on horses, and the bays from their mauls, and the trot of their hooves on the sandy shore. Her green eyes gazed at the horses, three of them, as the approached.

There was a bay, it's mane flowing in the wind and it's hooves trotting through the sea's froth, it's legs darken with icy water that had splashed up as it galloped. Its rider was clad in a shirt of white cotton and jeans of denim. He had a hat pulled over his golden locks. Another was huge horse that was dappled gray, its spots were more of a silver color, as was it's flowing mane that had sun bounce off it like silk. Its rider was dressed like a god. Flowing behind him was a silk robe, and he tanned skin and thick beard. The third and final horse was a smoky cream Tobiano, with fur that feather around its muscled leg. It seemed to be a Clydesdale, with its large muscled body and flowing mane. Its rider was a woman who had her blonde hair curled and placed atop her head. She seemed pretty enough to be a goddess, with her flowing dress that still hugged her figure as she side-saddled the large horse. The dog whined and hid behind his master's legs. The horses trotted right up to her porch, where each rider dismounted one by one.

The man with the thick beard came to her first, followed by the lady who carried her dress in her arms, than the blonde cowboy. "Claire, I am a god's messenger, and I was sent to give you options." The woman stepped forward, smiling which crinkled the corners of her deep blue eyes. "I am actually here to do that. Clarie, you have lived alone for so long, I wanted to see if it was suitable for you. you can stay here, or you can go to living world. If you find none of those suitable, you can retire to afterlife." She paused and waited for the cowboy the finish climbing the steps. "This is your last direct relative, although he will soon be having another, and you may go home with him, and live as a mortal in your present 'frozen' age, 18." The man took of his hat and smiled at the girl, his hair actually a shade of strawberry blonde. "I am so glad to meet, you. I have heard so much of you, I hoped you might come with me, but this is your choice." The man with the beard stepped in again. "if you choose to end you life, you will regain your memories from your first lifetime, and you will be reunited with lost ones. We will give you time to think." As he said that, he went to tie up the horses.

The image of the mysterious man flashed in her mind. The man who made her heart jump. She then thought of this isolation yet beauty of this place. She shuddered and shook her head, canceling that out. She thought of the outside world, almost every memory erased of it, those not were horrible.
"Sir-" Her voice cracked as she tried to struggle out that word, remembering a few words.
"Please call me Micheal." The cowboy smiled at her.
"Micheal, can you tell me of the outside world, it has been so long seen I last lived in it." The woman's hand fell to rub the dog's head as she waited for the man's answer, her voice hoarse and her throat sore from not being used. Micheal's eyes clouded slightly. "It is a beauty, really, 'though we are going through a tough time. Know as the great depression III. I live on a little farm with many Beauts like those three horses over there," he nodded toward the equines, "along with cows, sheep, goats, and chickens. I am soon to have a little one in the house, so the house is a bit crowed, but I have a might large 'mount of land, but you would have to work hard to grow. A war is goin' on, too. Bit too close to home if you ask me, so if you come, you may have to help take care of wounded soldiers."

The woman shuddered. Blood, she could not deal with that again. She still could remember the scarlet liquid. "Sir.. Messenger, sir, can you give me a memory, of two?" Claire asked, hoping to find out about the mysterious man and the outside world. The messenger nodded and came, and before she could ask for certain ones, he touched her forehead and she was taken away.

It was a starry night, the girl was young, her bright red curls pulled up. The knight, much younger than in the image was sitting next to her in long flowing grass. They were laughing for a few moments before Claire could realize what they were saying. "Clarry," The young knight started," I need to tell you more about me. Would you like to know?" The young girl nodded, glancing at him with youthful eyes. "I was born without a father, and my mother died soon after, so I lived alone for a long while before moving into the castle, where I became a knight to pay back the king for his help. You asked why I had joined at such a young age, and that is why, to pay back the king." He glanced down at his hands. "Jake, what was your mother like? Do you remember?" Claire asked, her hand moving over his. He nodded. " She was fair, with long black hair like silk. She had blue eyes like the waters of this lake, and she was caring as a mother could be, and she had a compassion for animals. She was a great mother, and taught me well.. she was a hard-worker, working two jobs to support us... She sowed dresses, then cleaned peasant's rugs. She always came home exhausted but she would always tell me a story before she put me too bed... She died of a terrible illness when I was six..." A tear sparkled in the starlight as it fell from his thick eyelashes. "Oh, it is okay.. Cheer up." Clarie tried to comfort the boy, by which she decided to move closer to. They gazed into each others eyes, and like magnets, their lips were drawn together. The stars seemed to dance and lighting bugs began to surround them in their deep kiss, both lost from reality.

Claire's heart began to beat quickly as she remembered that day, and who Jacob was. "Jakie..." She muttered quietly, a tear slipping from her eye. She shook her head, her mind made up. "Micheal, i hope you understand, but I have been away from my love for too long. Sir, messenger, sir, I would like to retire to the afterlife, to be with my love, my Jakie." The man nodded. He seemed strangely speechless now. He placed his hand on her forehead instead of talking.

Her mind was racing as memories of her parents, Jakie, his death, the kingdom, her kids, every little part of her first lifetime, even the deal she made to be immortal. Her eyes were lead away as a misty cloud appeared near by, almost like a doorway and steps. She watched with teary eyes as Sir Jacob appeared in the doorway. His eyes filled with love, and his chin covered in stubble. Without even waiting for someone to tell her what to do, she began to run toward her smiling knight's open arms. She climbed the short steps and flung herself to the man, her look gaining quickly seven years to match his age, her hair an auburn color now as the two twirled in a tight hug. Clarie heart was filled with love and longing that was filled. "I love you." She uttered to the man as the people and the isolated paradise disappeared as the misty door floated away, carrying one last image of the two kissing.

Prompt 3

Golden Glory by Foofy22

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The main street was packed, crowds of people milling around, browsing the brightly coloured tents and stalls that always traded their wares on a Sunday. I poked my head up, but couldn’t see anyone I recognised. My friends Samantha and Madison were supposed to be meeting me outside this cafe. I took a seat, itching to spend the money that was burning a hole in my pocket at the cute little jewellery stall.
Out the corner of my eye, I spotted something near the drain, glinting gold in the midday sun. I bent down to pick it up, thinking it was a dollar coin. As I touched it, I flinched. It was icy cold, so cold that I had to flip it from hand to hand. This confused me. It had been lying in the baking heat, how could it be so cold? It was a small, seemingly solid gold ball, but it was light as paper, I could hardly feel myself holding it. I shoved it in my pocket for close examination later.
My friends had shown up, and, as we shopped and chatted, I couldn’t help wanting it to be over, just so I could look at the ball again. I thumbed it in my pocket. I wasn’t as enthusiastic as I had been before, and Samantha had noticed.
“Amy. Are you okay? Usually you love to shop!”
“I know...um, I’m not feeling too great today. I think I’ve got a cold.” I lied, hoping it sounded convincing. I added in a sneeze for good measure.
Samantha eyed me, clearly suspicious.
When they had gone home, and I was about to call my mum to pick me up, I decided to sit on a picnic bench near me and investigate the ball more closely. It was still freezing cold, like a snowball, but now it was pulsing, vibrating as though there might be something shivering inside. I rolled it around the table gently, tapping it. I nearly jumped out of my skin when it squealed, like a piglet, rocking back and forth violently.
The thought then came to me: perhaps this was not a simple gold ball, as I had first thought. Perhaps it wasn’t even solid, but that it was an egg.
I phoned my mother and she came and picked me up.
“Did you buy something nice sweetie?”
“Only a necklace...and I bought you a pair of earrings!” I piped up.
“Aww, you didn’t have to do that just for your mummy! You are such a lovely little girl, honey.” It seemed like mum was yelling, and the window was open. I blushed and sank lower in my seat, rolling my eyes. I couldn’t wait for next year when I’d finally be sixteen and able to drive. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with mum embarrassing me. I fiddled with the egg, worrying about what to do with it.
*
As soon as I burst into the doorway, I rushed up to my bedroom, kicking my joggers off as I went, leaving them lying haphazardly over the stairs. I sat on my bed, cradling the little gold egg.
I moved my desk lamp onto the windowsill, where sunlight streamed in from outside. I cut a smallish, egg-shaped hole in box full of tissues and nestled the strange egg in it, tucking them around like blankets. I was sure this was an egg, I could definitely feel faint stirrings that could be nothing other than a baby...something. I craned the lamp as far as it would go and switched on so that it beamed directly onto the egg.
I stared blankly at the egg for a while, scared to leave in case something happened, but when my stomach grumbled loudly, and it became apparent that the egg was still a while from hatching, I went down stairs.
Halfway through dinner, as I was chasing a piece of steak around my plate, a loud bang came from upstairs, more importantly, my room. My parents looked at each other, then at me. I screamed inwardly and said, “Must be something falling off my desk. I’ll go check, be back in a sec!” and ran upstairs as fast as my legs would carry me.
Thankfully, I tripped. I’m happy about this because, if I had not tripped, I would have likely stood on a tiny, radiant gold thing that was gracefully slipping its way down the stairs. I gasped. This had to be the little creature that had hatched from the egg. It gazed at me penetratingly, with deep turquoise-blue eyes. It knew things, I could sense that. I shivered and picked up the glowing gold creature to have a closer look. The little animal looked like a tiny lion with horns, except for the wings. Leathery wings sprouted from its back, bony and thin, seemingly too big for the lion’s diminutive body. As small as it was, it was clearly a powerful animal, muscled shoulders, yet lean and lithe. It’s claws were sharpened to piercing points that could kill with one swipe. But it’s face was friendly, and it looked as though it was smiling, and it portrayed an air of gentleness and grace.
It padded right up to me, scrutinizing me with it’s bright blue eyes. I just lay there, going red in the face, because, strangely, it felt embarrassing, lying splayed on the stairs while the creature held its head, proud and regal.
And then it spoke. In just the voice I may have expected- the voice of someone very important.
“You are the One. Are you prepared to complete your destiny?”
I was confused. The lion-thing was speaking, but it’s mouth wasn’t moving, and it’s deep, rumbling speech was giving me a headache. I couldn’t even figure this out, let alone understand what on Earth it was actually talking about.
“I am speaking with you telepathically.” it laughed, which sounded like a small thunderstorm inside my head, “And yes, I can hear the thoughts that you are projecting.”
I grinned at the lunacy of it all. But I’d come to believe that anything’s possible, really, especially after the two strange incidents that had happened over the last year and a half.
First of all, I saw a real life, (well, dead), ghost. It had been a little girl, and the ghost had lost her teddy bear. I found it in my backyard, the dog trying to rip it to shreds, but looking extremely confused since it couldn’t work out why the bear wouldn’t tear. I returned it to the ghost, who thanked me thoroughly and disappeared.
The second...I’d rather not talk about it. Let’s just say that the one guy who I ever truly thought I might have actually wanted to go out with is dead to me now, literally.
Anyway, I started to pay attention to what the lion-thing was saying. I’m the One? What the heck is that supposed to mean?
“I must tell you of your heritage. Sit.” I had forgotten that the thing could read my thoughts.
I sat. Mum yelled up from downstairs, calling for me to finish my dinner.
“Later, okay?” I scooped up the majestic creature who started complaining loudly, and shut him (I was sure it was a him) in my room. I kind of felt guilty, though, so I resolved to come back up straight away.
I bolted my food and pushed my chair back, tipping it over in the process. My mother raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Mmm, yum! Thanks Mum.” I grinned nervously, and retreated backwards, towards the stairs.
When I got to my room, I slammed the door and took note of the small mammal flapping slowly in circles around the bed. When it realised I was standing, staring at it, the lion lighted down on my dresser. I began to do it’s creepy thought-speak thingy.
“You are of a long line of Spirit Walkers. Your first mission is to convey a message between the world of Ryne and it’s long lost ancestral home of Nyite...Wait, you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you.” The lion thing sighed.
Although it wasn’t a question- it was pretty obvious how bewildered I was- I shook my head.
“Right, well. I’ll start from the very beginning.” His tone of...thought? Anyway, it clearly implied how ignorant I was.
“There are many worlds that exist in several warps around this area of the Milky Way, as you call it. Some sustain life, most don’t. But all are linked by the powerful ‘deep magic’ within the planets. Earth killed it’s natural magic many years ago, when all hatred and evil seeped into this world. I have a pure Spirit Power, which is a magic unlike any other. I have the ability to see things in my mind’s eye, and I have a connection with the gods of magic. I am your Soul Guardian, and I am here to help you in achieving your destiny.”
I squeaked something indistinguishable that was supposed to be ‘what’.
“Let’s get going. I shall teach you on the way.”
He came over, and, so quickly I didn’t even feel it, pricked my arm with his sharp claws. He wiped the blood onto my forehead, and put some of his own blood on his head too. I, somehow, knew exactly what to do. I leaned forward, and our heads touched. An intense heat that filled me with a fiery strength, gushed through my body like water made of flame. Then, it all went black.
*
Later, I woke up staring into a pitch-black pit, swirling with tiny pinpricks of light. Stars. I shifted a bit, and looked down. I was staring at the back of a lion. Air rushed around me, and I turned to see huge wings sprouting from its back. The thing, it was big!
Suddenly we shot forward.

Birth of a New Generation by ML1201

Spoiler

An alarm clock goes off in a teenage girl’s bedroom that has band posters and posters of models covering the walls. A pale, slim hand reaches out from under the blanket, clumsily trying to turn off the alarm. Finally it turns off the alarm and the blanket is thrown off the still sleepy girl. With a disheveled head of wavy reddish brown hair and sea green eyes, the girl yawns loudly while scratching her head.
“Macaria-chan! Breakfast is ready!” A motherly voice calls up to the girl. She mumbles something incoherent back. Getting up she heads to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, finishing she changes into a clean t-shirt and shorts, then heads downstairs.
“Honestly Macaria! Can’t you at least act more like a girl? Come here.” Beckons a slender woman with night black hair and eyes.
“Let her be dear, if she wants to dress like that then let her. She’ll grow out of it eventually.” Says a slightly athletic looking man with coppery blonde hair. “She’s an active girl so wearing a skirt will give boys her age the chance to take a peek up it, so better if she wears shorts instead of a skirt.”
“Well, she should at least tie her hair properly. I mean look at it! She just lets it fly everywhere!”
“Mom! It’s just going to get messy again anyways. At least if I leave it out like this it will be easier to fix.” The girl, Macaria retorts. Pulling away from her mother, who was trying to put it into a braid, she sits down at the end of the table and says “Itadakimasu.”
“Macaria!”
“Don’t worry, I’m telling you she’ll grow out of it. She’s still only fifteen after all. Not to mention taller and more active than most girls her age. Climbing trees and wondering around in the woods. By the time she gets into college she’ll be bored with it.” Macaria’s father reminds his wife.
“Fine, fine. But be sure to at least be back before diner Macaria. It would be nice not having to worry about you after dark.”
“Sure thing mom, and thanks for the wonderful meal again.” Getting up she kisses her mom on both cheeks just like her father does, grabs up her baseball cap and heads towards the door.
“Oh, Macaria!” Her father calls as she disappears around a corner. Peeking her head back around she replies “What?”
“Don’t forget our favorite saying in English. ‘Those who stand up and face their fears-‘”
“’Are the ones with true courage.’” She finishes, grinning at her father as she runs out the door.
“The advantage to living in the country in Japan is that there are some many interesting things that you can find! Well, that’s probably true for most other countries too, but I cannot say since I’ve lived here all my life. Dad might know though.” After thinking aloud she ponders for a bit. “I’ll ask him later when I get back.” Running into the woods she heads over to her favorite spot. Looking out over the town from the top of a hill she can barely make out her school. “It’s great not having to worry about school! No teachers yelling at you because of your appearance, I can sleep in, and enjoy the outdoors. I can work on my summer assignments later; for now I am going to go exploring!” Smirking she heads deeper into the woods as she keeps true to her word.
Near noon she pulls out a roll she had stuffed into her pocket before leaving and nibbles at it. Content she lounges on the bough of a tall, shady oak tree. After a time something begins to shine in her eyes, causing her to awaken from her nap. Looking around she sees nothing at first, but then catches a glimpse of something shining further back in the bushes. Getting up and dusting herself off she hurries over to where she thinks the object is. Finding it she looks at it carefully, and then frowns.
“Why can’t people throw their trash away where it belongs!? Sesh!” Taking the object, which resembles a cell phone, she puts it into her pocket. Suddenly a vortex of light opens before her and an unknown force begins to pull her towards the vortex. “Hey! What-?” Then she is engulfed in a blinding light.
* * * * *
“Hey, hey you! Human girl! Wake up!” A strange voice calls.
“Huh? Wha..?” Opening her eyes she sees some weird yellow tabby looking puff ball with purple stripes. “What the!? What are you?” Sitting up and backing away from the strange cat creature Macaria bumps into something else. Looking behind her she sees something really tall, but cannot make out what it is. Looking up she sees that it is a giant tree with what looks like a face with a mustache.
“How rude, I’m a Nyaromon, and that there behind you is Cherrymon.” The creature explains. Macaria just stares blankly at the ‘tree’.
“Haven’t you been told that it’s rude to stare at people? Humans have no manners I see.” Says the tree.
“Wah!” Jumping up and away from it Macaria points a finger at Cherrymon. “Okay, just so you know this is the first time I’ve seen or even heard of a talking tree.”
“I’m not a tree, I’m a digimon. That is a tree.” Cherrymon explains while pointing at a tree. Dumbfounded Macaria can only laugh under her breath.
“I’m dreaming. I’ve got to be! There is no other explanation to this.” Pinching herself she realizes that she is in fact not dreaming. Sighing she looks around and discovers that she is no longer in the woods, but instead a meadow filled with the strange creatures called digimon and an ocean in the distance.
Suddenly there is a ruckus in the distance beyond a small rise. Another loud sound is heard, like a tree being struck a crushing blow, and something is sent flying into the air. After rising high up into the air whatever was sent flying comes crashing down just a few passes away.
“Dracomon!” Cherrymon exclaims, and runs over to the digimon which was the thing sent flying. Curious Macaria follows to see who this ‘Dracomon’ is. Upon reaching the hole that Dracomon had created she peers inside. There she sees a small dragon looking creature that is a bluish color with small red wings. The creature, Dracomon, shakes its head and looks up at Cherrymon and Macaria.
“What’s a human doing here!? Never mind, forget it. You all have to get away from here. Astamon sent his lackeys again to try and force us out of this zone. I’ll hold them off while you guys find a safe place to hide. Take that human with you until we can safely return it home.” Dracomon says as he shakily gets up and begins to climb out of the hole he made. As he is climbing out a figure flies up into the sky and another digimon lands on the ground before them. “Run!” He orders as he releases a fiery breath against this new digimon. When the flames disperse Macaria sees that the new digimon doesn’t even have a scratch on it.
Before them stands a large wolf like creature with bright red fur, and vicious purple claws. It grins wickedly upon seeing all the baby digimon.
“So, your little friends are here huh? I wonder how good they’ll taste!” It says before taking a swipe at Dracomon, knocking him out of the way.
“Everyone! Head towards the sea! Fangmon will be able to see us, but it will be harder for him to attack us!” Cherrymon orders the baby digimon. As the other digimon run for cover in the opposite direction that the wolf like digimon, Fangmon, came from, Macaria continues to watch the fight between Dracomon and Fangmon. Dracomon once more struggles to get up, jumping at Fnagmon to bite down onto one of Fangmon’s rear legs. Screaming in pain Fangmon thrashes his leg about in an attempt to make Dracomon release his grip.
“Come on human! You have to find cover too!” Cherrymon yells to Macaria as she begins to follow, but stops when she looks over her shouldering to see Dracomon flung off from Fnagmon’s thrashing. Smirking, Fangmon turns to Dracomon and stomps down with a foreleg onto him. Clenching her fists, Macaria shakes angrily; oblivious to the fact that Cherrymon was trying to now pull her in the direction that the digimon were going.
“I’m not going to sit here and watch as someone gets bullied around by some punk digimon that thinks he is better than everyone else!” She exclaims as she runs towards Fangmon.
“Wait! Human!” Macaria ignores Cherrymon’s calls for her and continues running. Upon reaching Fangmon he turns to look at her and laughs.
“What’s a pathetic human like you doing here, hm? Have you come to be my next meal?” He asks mockingly. Noticing some palm-sized rocks scattered about on the ground Macaria grabs some and begins throwing them at Fangmon. This only causes him to become aggravated, and lash out at Macaria with one of his paws. The attack sends her back a few yards, causing her to obtain some bruises and small cuts. Dracomon jumps in the way as Fangmon goes to take another swing, drawing Fangmon’s attention back to him. Battered and bruised Macaria stands and watches as Dracomon is once again knocked to the ground. Fangmon smiles wickedly as he raises his foreleg once again to crush Dracomon.
“NO!” Screaming to try and stop the attack, everything around her freezes, even the battle before her. “What the? What just happened?”
“Please enter password. Code required to unlock.” A mechanical voice says from her pocket. Pulling out the cell phone looking device that she found in the woods, Macaria looks at it. Sure enough the message it just said she could see on the screen. The wall paper for the ‘cell phone’ is orange with what appears to be a sun symbol in red as the background. Before the device had looked like a regular metallic colored cell phone, but now was fiery orange in color.
“Please enter password. Code required to unlock.” Perplexed, Macaria doesn’t know what to do. The world around her seems to have frozen, no one was moving, and no sounds could be heard.
“Whatever, I’ll just punch something in.” Hitting the buttons, Macaria punches in one of her favorite English word that her dad had taught her. As she types the word ‘courage’ appears, then she hits enter. The device begins to glow a bright red-orange color as time resumes. Looking back to the fight taking place Macaria sees a glowing sphere of red-orange data strands surround Dracomon. The sphere then bursts to reveal a new digimon, this one being similar to Dracomon. Its skin is blue in color with spiky red horns, a red spike on its snout and now the same size as Fangmon.
“What? How did I digivolve?” The new digimon asks aloud. Fangmon cringes back upon seeing the new digimon, and then looks over to Macaria. Seeing the glowing device in her hand he howls in rage and lunges at her. Seeing what he planned the new digimon jumps in the way, grabbing Fangmon’s forelegs.
“What happened to that digimon called Dracomon!? I had screamed no, and then the world went funny. This stupid phone started being weird and once I typed something in he disappears!” She looks around franticly, still unable to see him.
“Hey human! I’m right here, can’t you see?” The new digimon calls to Macaria while trying to hold Fangmon back.
“What do you want? I’m looking for Dracomon!” She turns to glare at the new digimon while looking for Dracomon.
“I was Dracomon! I digivolved into Coredramon. And from Fangmon’s reaction to seeing you, you must have been the one to cause me to digivolve.” Coredramon explains to her while backing up to avoid being bitten by Fangmon.
“I did what?” Turning around she sees Fangmon sent flying with a swipe from Coredramon’s tail. Turning to face her he grins.
“I’m saying that whatever you did caused me to digivolve and become strong enough to fight Fangmon. Thanks to you I can beat him now!” Turning back to the fight, he faces off against Fangmon once more. Now looking nervous, Fangmon lunges at Coredramon, who dodges the attacks.
“Alright then. GO COREDRAMON! Hit him where it counts!” Macaria cheers, causing the device to glow even more brightly, seemingly to giving Coredramon more power.
“Blue Flare Breath!” Coredramon calls out as raging blue flames spew forth from his mouth and begin consuming Fangmon. Screaming in pain Fangmon falls to the ground panting and unable to stand.
“Hahaha ha…This might be the end for me but you can’t stop Astamon from ruling all of the digital world!” Fangmon exclaims before he bursts into bits of data and is scattered in the wind. The device Macaria is holding begins to dim, and Coredramon begins to glow. When the light from the device vanishes Coredramon stops glowing, revealing Dracomon.
“Nice one human!” Dracomon exclaims, dashing towards Macaria with a grin. “Thanks to you we weren’t kicked out of our home. What’s your name?” Unable to comprehend what had just happened, Macaria could only stare at Dracomon. Shaking her head rigorously, Macaria returns to her normal fiery self.
“I’m Macaria, and I’m a girl. Humans have genders you know.” She reprimands him; grabbing her hand Dracomon shakes it.
“Well then, greetings Macaria-chan and welcome to the digital world! I take it we can be friends now since you helped me to beat Fangmon, though I have yet to figure out how.” All Macaria can do is laugh softly at this before collapsing to the ground. As she falls she once again looses consciousness.
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An alarm clock goes off in a teenage girl’s bedroom that has band posters and posters of models covering the walls. A pale, slim hand reaches out from under the blanket, clumsily trying to turn off the alarm. Finally it turns off the alarm and the blanket is thrown off the still sleepy girl. With a disheveled head of wavy reddish brown hair and sea green eyes, the girl yawns loudly while scratching her head. Looking around confused she sees that she is in her room. Shrugging her shoulders she gets up out of bed.
“Macaria-chan! Breakfast is ready!” A motherly voice calls up to the girl.
“I’ll be right down mom!” Macaria calls back and scratches her head again. “I must have been dreaming.” She mumbles to herself as she heads out of her room. As the rays of the rising sun enter her room the light bounces off of a cell phone that is fiery orange in color.

The Keeper's Book, Part 1 by Lunaheart

Spoiler

It was a tradition for a full grown white wolf of the pack to climb the rock pyramid in the middle of Pyramid Lake. But the white wolf must make the climb in the dead of winter and in the most ferocious storm. If the wolf survived the climb to the top, they had to make a small offering of blood to the Mirror, the one Mirror with the etching of the wolf head and the raven. The Mirror that stands at the top of the massive rock. By cutting the pad of the paw, you would lay the blood on the snow that covered the ground around the Mirror.

The Mirror is what brought our kind of wolves to Earth. We come from a different world through the Mirror. By using our magic, the white wolves of our world came to Earth through the Mirror. The youngest of the white wolves came to Earth to escape our war. They were told to keep our magic safe, and keep it in our blood. Once the young generation of white wolves made the journey through the Mirror, the High Alphas sealed it. No one knows how they sealed. It is one of the many mysteries about the Mirror.

The white wolves have prospered. The alpha animal of this world, the humans, call us white Grey Wolves. As long as we look and act like this world’s wolves, that is okay for us. But this world’s wolves do know what we are: they call us Mirror Wolves. They know of our powers and origin. But they don’t know everything and we like to keep it that way.

Lyrina was the first of the Season of the Mirror to make the journey. The storm was the worst and the winds could be felt all the way back to base. It was late September and this high in the mountains where we live we could sense the Mirror waiting for us. Lyrina, one of the Alpha wolves’ daughters, was prepared for the journey. She was given the Mirror’s Necklace, thick chain with a silver metal disk with a raven carved into it. This is the Alpha’s Insignia. She was a quiet wolf with violet eyes and raven black nails. She had the confidence level beyond everyone else’s. She was well liked and surely the next alpha of the pack.

Early the morning of the start of the Season of the Mirror, she set out with the blessings of the pack. She ran for days across the snowy mountains. When she became weary, she slowed to a mild jog. Her magic kept her tiring out quickly. Finally, after a week of traveling across the mountains, she came to a ledge in which she could see across the planes to Pyramid Lake. There, she rested for a full twenty-four hours.

Well rested and confident, Lyrina set off for the lake.

She finally reached the rocky shore at sun high. She took a breather before setting out to cross the half frozen lake. She sniffed the air and scented the storm that would come in an hour or so. She knew that starting the journey across the thin ice would be the most dangerous task she has ever done.

Lyrina placed her paw gently onto the thin ice. It felt firm enough, and she couldn’t see any moving water. She continued some ways out before the small creaking started. With every step the ice held her life. She looked down once and saw what she feared most: the rushing water underneath the thin ice. Lyrina could feel herself shake. She needed to pass this; she needed to get to the Mirror. The wind picked up as she set off once more. At the middle of the frozen lake, she saw the first crack. She had wandered carelessly onto the most precautious part of the ice. She scanned the ice around her and found a short way out. She quickly made her way out of the danger zone and continued on toward the Mirror.

Lyrina picked up the pace as the storm came about her. Visibility diminished dramatically to only a foot. Lyrina brought forth her magic and saw the way through to the lake. The danger zones on the ice now showed a light blue in her vision. She wagged her tail for she knew that she could now go at a greater speed than before. Lyrina ran for the shore, cutting the close corners and avoiding the danger zones.

She made it to the shore just as the storm reached its peak. She sniffed the air and could tell that the storm would stay this way for her journey home. Lyrina walked behind one of the massive rocks and into a hidden cave. She then entered the passageway to the temple.

Lyrina continued to walk for at least fifteen minutes when she emerged into a massive circular cavern.

The walls were all smooth, no chips, and no points. The floor was tile made of stone. Torches in the shape of a wolf’s head lit the cavern. Branching off to the sides were three hallways. Above the portals were massive arches made of glory and beauty. The finely intricate vine and wolf patters of the arches were beyond the work of even the most skilled human hands. This is the temple that had only been built two centuries ago by the work of the griffins and elves from Lyrina’s world. The air was clean and crisp without dust or dirt. On the air the faint scent of a dark flower could be scented. It was this scent that Lyrina distinguished above all others. She followed it through the middle portal and was lead to stairs.

As Lyrina climbed the stairs, the scent of the dark flower grew stronger. After what seemed like hours of climbing, she came to the top of the stairs. Lyrina emerged onto the top of the pyramid rock. She walked up some more stairs and onto the first of the two enormous circular platforms, hidden behind rocky walls. She looked at the second platform that held the Mirror. The scent of the dark flower grew strong here.

This was strange because the dark flower is from her world beyond the Mirror. Lyrina continued up to the Mirror and yelped in shock. Below the glowing etched Mirror laid a dark flower, one in full bloom. The metal disk around her neck glowed bright along with the Mirror and the dark flower.

The etchings grew even brighter. “Make the sacrifice!” a voice whispered on the air.

Terrified that the voice belonged to a spirit long passed, Lyrina tore open her pad on her left paw and let her blood drip onto the flower. A shriek pierced the wind as the Mirror turned a dark color. Lyrina gazed into the Mirror and saw the darker side of her world, the one that held the wolves of dark magic. A black wolf with blue eyes stared back at her. She growled and jumped into the Mirror. The Mirror glowed bright as the dark flower coated in Lyrina’s blood changed from the flower to the black wolf from the other side of the Mirror.

The glow from the Mirror died. Before Lyrina stood a black wolf radiating in dark magic. “Hello, Lyrina,” the wolf growled.

Lyrina pulled herself together as she felt her magic boil up inside her at the sight of her own worst enemy. “Who are you?” she growled.

The wolf chuckled. “I’m Jacara, and you are our subject to our dark magic!”

Jacara tilted her head to the storming sky and let out an unearthly howl. Dark magic flowed about her. Lyrina took up the howl in an unearthly wolf scream. Pain coated her eyes and her coat began to change from white to black and back again like her magic couldn’t decide which side it wanted to be on. The two wolves continued the unearthly howls for hours as pain and magic poured into Lyrina.

Finally, the howl died and Jacara slowly began to fade away. Lyrina collapsed to the ground. “You are now a carrier of the dark magic,” Jacara said before she completely disappeared.

Lyrina looked no different accept her eye were now sky blue. The Mirror began to glow once more before it showed two images: a white wolf with violet eyes on the left and a black wolf with red eyes on the right. They stood facing each other. Lyrina knew she was viewing a descendant of hers with the white magic and the dark magic.

This, is the prophecy foretold by the Mirror of our world.

[Icethornstar]

Yay, entry~ Lol, Fox, it was good. I find it interesting that Jessica's a water deity as a cat xD

[Kestrad]

you know, I'm really hoping you'll read it right now. Hmm, I wonder why.

Heh. I read every entry once they're posted. It's a good way to procrastinate on my homework get ahead a bit for when judging time rolls around!

[Fox]

lol

I don't think I'll even get into the top 5, but oh well. I like writing.

[Android]

My entry is almost finished. Now I have to get off soon to get some sleep.

EDITZ: Finished! I hope you like it. I worked at least three whole days on it, making sure there was everything a good story should have. Now I can sleep peacefully knowing that it's finished.

The Doppelganger
Prompt: 3

Spoiler

How? I thought. I looked at the flawless, solid copy of me. It looked exactly like me. It had my dirt brown eyes, my horribly straight, yellow-brown colored hair, my annoying pale brown freckles that were in the exact same places as my own freckles were and the pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Reaching my left hand out, I touched the bony shoulder of the strange creature that could’ve been mistaken as my twin. The being stared at me and was unfazed of the fact I was touching its shoulder. Then, it reached out its own left hand to touch my shoulder. It was like looking into a mirror and touching your reflection except you were not held back by a rectangle of glass. Thus, you could actually feel yourself. How could a simple purple rock do something like this?

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Earlier that Saturday morning I had set out to head towards the riverbank and skip a few stones across the crystal-clear waters. I admit the air felt different that morning...almost magical. Even the wind felt strange. Instead of the strong hot winds that blew throughout the countryside the wind was warm, tugging at my hair gently.

As I approached the riverbank, the wind seemed to pull me closer to the waters. I was resistant to it at first, but slowly, as if unconsciously, I noticed I was only a few inches away of the water touching the tips of my sandals.

Grasping a flat, gray stone in my hand, I got in the position to skip it across the water when I saw a bright glint coming from the many dull stones surrounding me. Instead of tossing the stone, I dropped it and crouched to the ground. I looked carefully at the stones, looking for the source of the shine. At first I thought it could have been glass, but I was way off.

Staring down at the ground, I noticed a shiny, purple stone about the size of a quarter. It was in the shape of a diamond and all of the edges had been worn down. For some reason, it seemed to not just a pretty stone that glimmered in the sunlight, it seemed to be more than that.

Examining it closer, I noticed there were small etchings of clouds on the stone. Other than that, it seemed like an ordinary purple stone. It just didn’t feel that way. Unlike other stones, this one seemed to have a deeper meaning in life than to just lay there and be a part of the earth.

Then, there was a flash of white light and suddenly I was face to face with a girl that looked exactly like me and was wearing the same unfashionable clothes as I was. At first I was shocked and tried to stand up, stumbling a bit. The strange look-alike stared at me for a couple of seconds and then mimicked my movements, including every stumble I had made.

Suddenly, I realized something. Looking at the hand that I had the stone in, I gasped. The stone was gone.

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Taking my hand off my double’s shoulder I sighed and watch my double do the exact same thing. Was this thing mocking me? I thought angrily. Was it copying my movements to mock me? To show me that I was ugly and had no talent?! I was about to burst into tears except a voice stopped me before I could.

You are only what you think you are. The strange voice sounded like a thousand different voices, both male and female, and they were speaking in unison. This mere reflection of you is just how you see yourself: a hideous girl with no talent. Truthfully, you’re quite beautiful, inside and out. If you alter the way you think about yourself you won’t feel the way you feel now.

All was silent as I thought for a moment, looking up at the clear sky. I was always talking down about myself and I guess I did see myself as ugly. Perhaps that voice was right. I needed to change the way I thought about myself.

When I looked back at my double she was smiling at me. I no longer saw anything that looked ugly on her and I knew it right then. I’m beautiful because I say I am and nobody was going to make me feel bad about myself.

My twin looked at me, and nodded as though she knew what I was thinking. She then mouthed the words, Don’t ever forget what you just heard.

Finally, a strong gust of wind blew through the trees taking my doppelganger with it as she disintegrated into dust.