Just some random scenes I came up with but never got the chance to use, e.
RP[]
Doodling[]
Aly: Ever heard of a pencil? Gale: It's harder to destroy the evidence. Aly: I... what-
A fairy boredly moved his finger through the air, leaving a line of light. Red, Blue, Yellow, Purple, Gray, Green, and an Icy Color made up his color palette, as he created a luminous drawing. Immensely focused on generally wasting his energy on what seemed like a petty picture, he quickly lost track of the time. Soon, he heard the door begin to creak open.
Panicked, he moved his hand through the image, shattering it into multiple little pieces of elemental energy, an ice wizard stood at the doorway. "Gale? What were you doing..." He didn't answer, and it seemed as if no one would ever know what the image was...
C a t[]
Storm: Hey Chase, have you ever heard of the cat that runs around in the Archives? Chase: There's a what- Storm: You'll see...
A gray haired tech-wizard stood behind a pillar, holding a small laser pointer. Next to him stood a fiery wizard, covering his mouth since he found himself unable to resist laughing. In the great hall, a gray mountain lion's eyes were wide and playful as it chased a little red dot, it's yellow tail lashing to help it keep balance as he pulled multiple physics-defying stunts in an attempt to catch the ever moving blurb of light. Then, when the wizards least expected it, a paw slammed down over the dot, causing it to appear over it's paw.
Suddenly it's eyes narrowed and it glance towards the pillar they were hiding behind. To their surprise, it walked away in the opposite direction... only for a ticked off fairy to loom behind them.
The gray-haired wizard chuckled nervously, "Oh, hi Gale-" In that instant both of them were dragged away by the ear, soon being told off by a monotonous Earth warden...
"Aly"pha[]
Ignis: If that monster comes near me- Aly: *tackles Ignis*
An ice fairy had a fire wizard in a choke hold, face flushed and angry. "Admit it."
"Abner help-" He was cut off as she squeezed harder around his neck, cutting him off.
"Sorry Ignis, but it seems like the ice finally broke." A wizard responded, leaning against the wall.
A half-Merling wizard glanced at him, "Isn't Storm supposed to be the one cracking puns-"
Abner shrugged, "Just admit Aly's in charge already, she can do that all day and you know it."
Ignis was currently trying to to push Aly's arm away to no avail. As he was becoming more and more oxygen deprived, he finally wheezed, "Fine, you're Alpha." She let go and he dropped to the ground, clutching a hand to his throat and gasping for breath.
A tech wizard in the corner slowly shook his head, "Why do I feel like I've seen this before-"
Uncle...?[]
FL> Has Gale proposed yet? okok i'll shutup
Aly> I have the feeling Dia's going to make him to in rotw4 ;-;
FL> i'll message wall her
Aly> *screams*
FL> :P
Aly> Great, now Greenheart's going to be traumatized by lil' fairies every 5 minutes. How could you-
FLY> How could I not?
A small fairy tugged on a wizard's robes, "Uwncle Gweenheawt, wat are you dowing?"
At that, the Earth warden froze and stiffened, unresponsive. A tech wizard peaked out from behind his book, "Help, I think Jacob's broken... again-"
Elemental Storm[]
Gale: I swear, one of these days Harmony's going to tell me off. Aly: How come? Gale: An Elemental Storm. Aly: ...what? Gale: I sorta used one on the wardens last week. Aly: YOU DID WHAT?
"WHY IN THE NAME OF THE BLOODY FAEN WIND DID YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?" A golden tail lashed angrily.
"...well, we, uh..." Storm started.
Chase vainly attempted to continue, "You see... uh..."
"You idiots, just admit already." Muttered Lane.
"Admit what?" Words dripped with hostility as the fairy tightened his grip on a vorplad blade.
The group looked at the ground and shuffled their feet, Scarlet peeking out guiltily from behind Chase.
"We broke the keystones." Lucas finally admitted for the group.
"YOU DID WHAT?"
Moments later Gale was holding a cup of tea while eying the group. The group was covered head to toe in leaves, snow, ice, and were singed and drenched all over as they tried to figure out how to fix the most powerful objects on the island.
Lane glared at Storm, "Why didn't you tell us he'll SUMMON A F**KING ELEMENTAL STORM?"
"...I honestly didn't know he would-"
Fire and Ice Storm[]
FL> They look like father and son tbh
Aly> Welp, that's what happens when you have a twenty-nine-year-old in the body of a teen
Aly> Aly: *Tosses Storm an ice pack,* How did you two get beat up again? Chase: Well... Storm: Uh... Chase & Storm: Lane and Ignis have quite the fiery tempers- Aly: I swear if you two weren't from different dimensions, you'll be brothers.
Storm sat up with a groan, "Seems like someone's temper been flared up." At that, the tech wizard had to avoid yet another Volcannon. "Chase, a little help?"
The young fire warden redirected the flames before saying, "Igni, you seem a bit red today, are you sure you aren't burning up?"
"MY. NAME. IS. IGNIS." As both wizards jumped out of the way of a molten crash, the fire gem let off a slightly brighter glow. "LANE, DEAL WITH YOUR IDIOT TRAINEE."
"Gladly," the storm warden responded while rubbing his hands. Lightning crashed down on Storm, who didn't even flinch.
"Seems like that plan backfired." Commented Chase.
Storm blinked, "I already told you that doesn't work on me." At seeing storm magic was useless, Lane had already signaled for Ignis to use Wildfire, which ran it's course at that exact moment. After taking a hit, the tech wizard got back on his feet with help from Chase, "Well that was a shock-" Ignis had given up on magical combat and tackled Storm, Lane enjoying the show.
Chase stared, "That's the sixth time this week, I guess Igni really does have the temperament of an erupting volcano." The fiery wizard realized his pun a second too late, immediately being punched by Lane.
Violent Much?[]
FL> Noticed this: "And to kill them when they slip up." He muttered darkly in response. Gale neither acknowledged it or denied it, causing Greenheart to stiffen worriedly. I can imagine Gale holding a knife to Samantha's neck while Chase bleeds out on the floor nearby
Aly> That went dark real fast
"We're helping you, and nothing you say can change our minds."
The fairy's tail lashed irritably as he faced the wall, back turned to the group. He was officially done trying to reason with them, and the clock was ticking. I don't have the time to deal with these... children.
In a blur he whirled around and pinned Samantha in a choke hold, holding her at knife point. "Another word out of you and she gets it. You five are remaining here and that's final. Understood?" When they didn't answer, the blade began to dig into the skin of the Water Warden's neck. "UNDERSTOOD?"
Chase's eyes grew wide and he quickly nodded, worried for her. After the rest of the group nodded as well or muttered a soft "yes", Gale let go of Samantha, causing her to drop to the ground, the young Fire Warden immediately rushing to help her up.
The fairy ignored them an proceeding to leave, briefly pausing to look over his shoulder, "Storm, don't you dare stay behind for their sake." The tech wizard sighed and shoot the group an apologetic look before dashing after his peer, leaving the young wardens to wonder who was actually on their side...
NO, WAIT, DON'T TELL HIM- (1)[]
Dia> Lucas has a dad now. Oh god that conversation about a specific Ice Warden is going to be so weird ._.
FL>... Wellllllllp
Dia> Imagine if that's just the whole prologue of rotw 4 tho xd
FL> There's an idea-
Ever so often, students at the Academy are permitted to take a break and visit family, normally around the time festivals start in Lamplight Town. However, it was the last day of the current break, and each of the young wardens had planned to enjoy it. Yet a certain young Astral Warden didn't get the chance to go out the door before his father stopped them.
"Lucas, before you go, there's something I want to talk to you about."
Lucas blinked in surprise, but sat down, patiently waiting for him to continue.
"So about this Ian... how come you didn't tell me that you've got into a relationship with someone?" The Astral Warden froze. He had two options:
- Tell his dad the truth of why he forgot, cause him to get overprotective, and potentially never see his friends again.
- Pretend nothing ever happened and tell a half-truth.
He decided to go with the second option, "It didn't come to mind, I've been a bit busy." Guilt churned in his stomach as he avoided eye contact.
The older wizard looked skeptical, "Didn't come to mind? That doesn't sound like you."
"I'm sorry... I really did mean to tell you, but..."
"But what?"
"Nothing..."
The Astral Wizard sighed, "Nevermind, that doesn't matter. I just want to tell you that I don't want you in relationships like these."
He looked up at him, "How come?"
"Look, I'm fine with you an Ian being friends, but this? This is a no." Lucas looked up at him, about to respond, but then decided the better of it and kept his mouth shut.
The next day...
NO, WAIT, DON'T TELL HIM- (2)[]
Gale: So... about that... Aly: I don't want to hear a word from you. Gale: I was proving a point. Aly: I'm ignoring you. Gale: Well, it's not my fault he's being a total hypocrite and won't listen to verbal reasoning. Aly: ...wait, hypocrite? About what? Gale: THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU. Aly: Oh...
Gale crosses his arms, "So when are you going to explain things?"
Abner looked at him, "Explain what?"
"Why you have something against him liking Ian."
The Astral Wizard blinked, "I don't."
"Oh really?" The fairy arched an eyebrow. "Because it sounded like you really didn't approve."
"...you heard that?"
"Yes, and I'm wondering why you're being such a hypocrite about it."
"I'm not-" He didn't get the chance to protest as the fairy immediately placed a hand on his chest flirtatiously, causing Abner to turn a very deep shade of pink.
Gale stared at him, "You were saying?"
"Alright you win-"
"GALE?" The turned to see Aly standing at the doorway, a blank expression across her face. "...He's- ...I- ...You- Y'know what? I'm going to pretend I didn't see that..."
"Aly, wait-" But she already left. The fairy shot Abner an irritated look, "Great, your hypocrisy cost me my girlfriend."
"SHE'S YOUR WHAT?"
NO, WAIT, DON'T TELL HIM- (3)[]
Aly: You told them who you were rather fast, how come you didn't expose the rest of us? Other than Igni. Storm: *shrugs,* Didn't feel like it, unless you want me to... Abner: NO, DON'T-
"So who are the other would-be wardens?"
Storm glanced at him, "Aly would've been Ice Warden, Sea would've been Water Warden, and as for Astral Warden, they were supposed to be your-" He paused as Abner frantically waved his arms and signaled for the tech wizard not to say anything.
"My what?" The Astral Warden asked with a frown.
"Uh, you know what, nevermind..."
"Here be Dragons"[]
FL> Ignis: bullying Chase Scarlet: Growls Ignis: summons Scarlet's mom Everyone: ... Scarlet and her mom: nuzzling each other Ignis: scowling Scarlet's mom: sees Chase and looks around for Dale grabs Chase with tail and starts slamming him on the ground, much to Scarlet's displeasure
ALY> Gale: Y'know what, I'm just going to watch. Aly: Do I have to do everything? Gale: Don't ruin my fun.
Aly> Who needs Dale when we have someone with moral/anger issues? :D
Scarlet bared her teeth and hissed at Ignis, who smirked.
"Seriously? You think that bag of scales can protect you? Pathetic."
Storm walked over to Chase, "Hey, last time I checked, you don't have a drag- wait, nope, nevermind, you do, forget I said anything!" The tech wizard threw up his hands and backed away from a snarling, larger red dragon.
"Is it just me, or does that dragon seem familiar?" Dylan asked as it approached Chase, looking more and more angry by the minute.
Scarlet immediately began jumping up and down, vainly flapping her too small wings in an attempt to meet the other dragon's eye level. Eventually, she gave up and just blasted fire at it's snout, causing it to flinch back instinctively and glance down. The two dragons made eye contact, and to Ignis' irritation, nuzzled each other.
Ignis: ASDFGHJKL;' Too bad that doesn't work out roleplay/fanfiction-wise.
The older dragon looked up at Chase, then glanced around. Spotting Gale it froze thinking he'll respond like his relative, but to it's surprise, the fairy simply shrugged, "Eh, go ahead."
The dragon glanced back at the Fire Warden and raised it's tail, causing him to begin to back up, "Hey, wait, you said I could keep her-"
He was instantly grabbed and slammed repetitively on the ground, as Scarlet and Samantha ran over, both trying to somehow free him from the angry mother dragon while at the same time avoiding being crushed.
Soon Storm ran over, soon being followed by Lucas, Sea, Dylan, and everyone except Lane, Ignis, Gale, and Aly.
The Ice Fairy looked at Gale, "Are you seriously going to help Ignis?"
"Never said I was going to."
"Then how come you're not doing anything?" She said crossly.
"Don't ruin my fun."
"Fun?"
He looked at her irritably before walking over to Ignis and gut punched him, causing him to double over from the pain with a groan. "Happy now?"
"You still haven't helped them." Aly answered while crossing her arms.
"Aw come on-" Lane stopped protesting as he noticed the Ice Fairy shooting him a death stare.
Gale grouchily stormed over to the dragon, his eyes and a tuft of his hair turning blue as he did so. Flying up, he drenched the dragon, Chase, and just about everyone nearby using Splashdown, then snatched Chase from the dragon's grasp. Now flying a foot off the ground, he dropped the Fire Warden next to Scarlet.
"Satisfied?"
"Well you could've been nicer about it-"
"IDIDWHATYOU-"
"-but I guess that works."
"..."
Lane 2.0[]
Aly: Out of curiosity, what is Storm like when he's mad? Sea: ...hasn't he gotten angry before? Aly: No, he swears, but I haven't seen him actually lose his temper, he always shrugs it off. Abner: Well he sounded pretty mad to me when he started using Faen swears yesterday. Aly: ...heh. Abner: Let me guess, he overheard you? Aly: Yep. Though, what he is he like when he does lose it- *the wardens have entered the chat*
The air around the wizard was static as he spun to face Raid, "You're. Not. Helping." Gritting his teeth and attempting to stay calm, he walked over to the group. "I don't mean to pressure you, but Old Edur over there can't stay blind, and your past selves are getting rather close. Now before we go with plan B, HURRY THE F**K UP AND DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE PROVOKING RANDOM FAEN."
Familiar sparks of electricity began to convey around the tech wizard as he clenched his fists. His mismatched blue eyes looked as cold as the plating on his face, and the storm gem began to glow brightly from the magical strain he was putting it under.
"STOP. IT." In that very instance astral infused lightning cascaded on all instances of the shadow in the room, not stopping until they were reduced to nothing. Pushing his brace to the max he slammed the fairy into the wall, pinning them. Static energy conducted at his fingertips, reminding his opponent that he could easily knock out their host at any moment. "Let them go."
When they didn't react he began to tighten his grip around their neck, "DO IT YOU SON OF A B**CH." One by one the young wardens were released from the mind trap, relief temporarily filling Lucas' gaze.
Samantha's eyes widened, "What's going on?"
Storm ignored her and tightened his grip, "Now release control."
"No." A disoriented voice hissed in response, "Why should we?"
"BY THE BLOODY FAEN WIND, DO IT BEFORE YOU FIND OUT WHAT VAPORIZATION FEELS LIKE." A lightsaber powered up, charged with so much storm energy it began to let off intense heat.
The fairy's purple eyes widened before returning to there usual amber, causing the tech wizard to let go. The fairy slumped to the ground, hand pressed to his throat and pain in his gaze.
Storm turned off his saber and held out a hand, "You okay?"
"I'll live," he responded hoarsely, getting up with the wizard's help.
Ignis' jaw dropped, "You idiot, he just tried to kill us and you're letting him go?"
"It's not his fault," Storm responded, "It's ours. He already explained that we put the keystones under a power struggle, and now we're paying the consequences for not doing anything. I'm surprised Harmony hasn't taken this into their own hands since we're failing miserably."
"Since when did you grow up-"
"Fifteen years ago, same as you."
When Life Gives You Lemons...[]
Storm: So your telling me you never drank lemonade before? Gale: *looks utterly revolted* No. Storm: Why are you looking at me like that? Aly: Storm, fairies don't drink lemonade... Storm: Are you telling me... oversized butterflies... don't like lemons? Gale: *tackles Storm*
Gale was shooting Chase a look of sheer disgust as he drank a cup of lemonade.
The fire warden paused and stared at Storm, "How long is he going to be looking at me like that?"
"He get's quite acidic about lemons. Fairies hate them apparently."
Chase stared at the tech-wizard blankly, "We're talking about a person with butterfly wings." At that, Gale looked quite offended.
Storm shrugged, "I don't get it either," he raised his voice, "liming around won't make you any less sour about you citrus intolerance."
The fairy shot him a death stare before storming off, a particularly large snowball appearing above the tech wizard and hitting him square on the head.
TCQ Alternate Storm Epilogue[]
Came up with it a sec too late Eh, not like I was going to use it
Traveling the threads of the universe were three wizards, crossing space and time to their varying destinations.
A gray haired wizard moved each of his fingers individually, making sure the frosted brace still worked properly as he surveilled the group's past-selves, as well as his own.
Time.
So delicate, so easily changed, so short.
He turned to watch the present, chuckling slightly at the unfolding chaos before a harsh, unwelcomed memory came to mind. Maybe next time...
He opened the rift, falling out in soft swaying grass just outside a barn.
It's time to be forgotten.
Shadows - Your Master[]
"I believe I might be able to do something..."
The group turned to look at the bedraggled fairy. The trainees as well as Greenheart looked decently startled at the proposal.
He continued, back turned to them, "There are four things that have a chance of weakening the Shadow element without Harmony's interaction - the keystones, the elemental runes, the wardens,... and me. If I were to, let's say, die then the elements will be forced to take on a new host, decently weakened. Yet that's a bit drastic, no? So what about using me as a bargaining chip, my life in exchange for the Shadow releasing Lucas." Gale took off his amulet as he said this, a tuft of his hair slowly becoming purple. "If you have Lucas, and if Abner cooperates, you have a chance of restoring balance over the keystones, and have a chance at doing anything."
His eyes were amethyst as he gazed at them, "So? What are you waiting for? I can't fend off corruption forever."
You[]
"Aly, are you alright?"
She looked up from her desk to see the familiar face of the person she's grown to love. But as soon as she thought the word- a coldness swept through her, seeming to grapple her heart until she felt no more.
The fairy faked a smile, palming a crystal heart, "I'm fine. What, is something wrong?"
His amber eyes shone with concern, "You haven't been acting fine. Since when did you go by Icetalon?"
She shrugged, the act feeling more natural with every word, "It's my real last name anyhow, figured I might as well start using it. What kind of warden lies about themself?"
Hypocrite. Her own voice hissed in her thoughts, You shouldn't have said that.
"If you say so..." He turned to leave, then stopped, "When are you going to follow your own advice?"
"Hm?"
"When are you going to let go of the past? You know, Cyro apolog-"
"DON'T SAY HIS NAME." She didn't mean to snap, but that name alone was enough to make her blood boil. At seeing his reaction, she muttered a soft "Sorry..."
But regardless, his gaze found the ground, and he left without a second glance.
Icetalon...[]
The frozen blade glinted as she held Chase at sword-point. With ever breath the room got colder, and her usually friendly blue eyes lacked emotion.
She was an Icetalon.
And now the world was her enemy.
Storm and Samantha tensed, equally worried for Chase.
The tech wizard looked at her, a sadness in his gaze, "Aly-"
"Leave, and he might just live." As she said this the blade dug into the Fire Warden's neck, not enough to hurt him but enough to worry his friends.
The minute the word crossed her mind she seemed... reluctant? Before regaining her coldhearted composure.
Not your friends... not your friends... but... they are- THEY'VE NEVER BEEN YOU'RE FRIENDS, STOP THINKING IT.
It was her voice yelling at her within her thoughts, but it didn't felt like her. Either way she looked at the group before, "I said... LEAVE."
Drops of red stained the snow. But it wasn't Chase's blood, it was hers. She was gripping the sword handle so tightly that the hand-guard was turned against her - cutting her instead of protecting her.
One by one they left, and eventually the sword changed back to an amulet, wrapped around her wrist.
Aly turned to leave, only saying one thing to the Fire Warden, "Go," before vanishing in the swirling snow.
This was her life now.
When was she going to accept it?
Leave[]
Her baby blue eyes narrowed into rectangular silts, but she lowered her sword slightly.
"Leave."
Storm took a cautious step towards the Ice Warden, "Aly-"
"I said leave."
"But-"
"NOW." The fairy stamped her foot in the snow before her, a cheval de frise of ice forming between her and the group, cyan energy wafting through the air.
The borg flinched back, Juniper taking a protective step toward him.
Alyss, however, observed the group for a bit before turning on her heel, robes swishing with her movement and walking a good bit away from the group.
They're not your friends, they're not your friends, they're not your- ARGH.
She glanced back at them, staring at the group profoundly, "Well?"
"We're not leaving," Abner informed her, taking a step forward from near Lucas.
The Ice Fairy tsked in response before the cyan energy was recalled back to her, "It's your death wish."
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it-
The Ice Magic collapsed in on her, the trail left by cyro teleportation invisible amongst the ice and snow. What was not invisible, however, was Alyss appearing then disappearing thrice in succession higher up on the mountain, accompanied by three flashes of cyan and snow beginning to tumble down the mountain side.
A slight rumble was audible, and the mass of snow was increasing in size - an avalanche.
Icebending[]
Just blips of using Ice Magic in random styles. Ganyu Burst/Super Nova:
The Ice Warden flicked her right wrist, a growing orb of cyan energy forming in front of her. darker patches of Ice Magic swirled on the orb mimicking a blizzard, rising just above her opponent as it became the size of a Super Nova, crashing down on them in a similar manner. Instantly, her opponent was trapped in a merciless blizzard, hail pelting them from unknown origin.
Xingqiu Skill/Yae Skill/Sword's Dance/Glacier Shield:
Three blades of ice formed around the fairy, hand encased in cyan energy. Each blade rotated slowly at least two feet away from her, the radiating cold feeling almost... draining. She immediately launched into a furious attack with her personal weapon, the three icy swords leaving their orbits as she brought on her onslaught and becoming stationed in three points around her opponent. She retreated, each of the frozen structures exploding violently, crystalline shards piercing flesh and draining the opponent of their very life force.
Astral Delusion (https://bit.ly/3CkTz2T):
Cyan and gold energy began to swirl about the Ice Warden's left wrist, patterns forming and breaking occasionally. Her blue eyes narrowed, her breathing heavy with anger. The second she extended her right hand, chains of ice infused with astral - with barbed spikes at the tips - rushed at the fool who dared to anger her. Some hit the wall, anchoring in place while others tangled about them, trying up her enemy. The last few that hit pierced the skin of their shoulder, calf, and lower chest.
A pained screech was let loosed, amplifying as Aly snapped her wrist, yanking the impaled chains - and her target - back towards her. But the poor fool was caught against the chains that laced and anchored in place, the barbed tips yanking out of their body, a spray of blood and flesh being let loose into the air.
She was unafflicted by this, spinning the three now-loose chains boredly before sending them out again, grotesquely tearing hole after hole into their body, until they finally fell limp against their imprisonment, never breathing again.
random #1 (Glacier Dragon) - Move based off the Glacier Tribe driving off an Ice Dragon that lived in their caves
Cyan energy seeped into the snow, spreading rapidly. After it covered a wide expanse, the glow faded before the frozen white thrust upwards, forming into the form of a dragon. The snow sculpture remained motionless before moving, the snow shaking off of a very real dragon. It's violet eyes were cold as it's gaze locked on the Ice Fairy's opponent, it's glistening white and light blue scales raising as it tensed. It's long tail swished back and forth across the end, feather-like appendages sweeping the snow before a huge pair of 'feathered' wings opened up, beating the air and churning the snow into a miniature blizzard formed, the beat letting out an earsplitting roar of fury.
Do you love me?[]
"Daddy, do you love me?"
The words had been so innocent when he first heard them, but when Rai had asked him that question... he simply couldn't answer.
He remembered that the young fairy, at not receiving an answer, had repeated the question, this time in Norlia.
"Skishky, nalen lavshta eyen?"
Even then, he had still not answered.
Why?
He was afraid.
He was afraid.
He was afraid.
Afraid that if he answered honestly, Shadow would kill Rai, who was just a toddler at the time.
Afraid that if he lied, he would shatter the little fey's heart the same way as his.
So he had said nothing, leaving his son to guess.
After a short while, Rai had stared at him teary-eyed, blurting out the words, "Then I'll make you love me."
And still, the Ivory had said nothing.
The young Astral Fairy had left not long after that, and he didn't bother to go after him, to correct him, comfort him, and tell him that he didn't need to do anything to earn his love.
Yet... he could say nothing.
And he regretted it ever so much.
He didn't want to see Rai suffer, he didn't want him going down the same path as him, yet it was too late to do anything.
The young Earth Warden believed he would never earn his father's love unless he met his expectations, expectations that did not exist.
What did Rai ever do to deserve that? To deserve a father who could not love him no matter how much he wanted to, to have those impulses that he could not control, the burden that no matter what he did, he would never be the person he strived to be?
The Ivory just wished... wished that he could change things so that the people he'd affected wouldn't have to suffer, even if it was at the cost of his own well-being.
He wished he could say sorry and take it all back, but he knew he couldn't.
It wasn't a matter of he wasn't capable of it but... the person who could grant him that wish would never do it.
And the thing is, he deserved it - he was a fishna, after all.
Self-Harm[]
A steady drip was the only sound in the room.
Red was streaming down gray, dripping off and striking the wooden floor.
The drip eventually began to slow, a solar-gold tail lashing into the formed puddle of red, the crimson liquid browning and caking the silky fur.
Sobbing began to accompany the slowing drip, arms being crossed as a figure hugged their knees, a red and pink gash across their right arm.
It was one of those rare moments when the ghost of a hybrid didn't haunt him.
But instead of joy, he felt pain.
A knife was gripped loosely in his left hand, the figure's face hidden by a mess of platinum hair.
Footsteps sounded nearby.
He didn't even look up, knowing who was standing next to him.
With his uncut arm, he wiped away the tears, placing his knife on the carpet in front of him, "If you came to torture me, I've already done the job for you."
A purple-robed wizard stood next to the figure, gloved hands tapping an amethyst rose against her hip, violet eyes shining with hatred from beneath the brim of her hat.
"This is nothing compared to what you did to them."
The figure looked up, amber gaze pooling with pain from behind his curtain of platinum, his hair tied into a long, scragging ponytail hanging between a pair of ripped and torn wings. There were newer tears among the healed portions and multiple scars on the flesh on his back, including a particularly large, purple-black "X" that was mostly covered by his shirt.
"And it is nothing compared to what you did."
He traced a finger along the wound on his arm, prompting it to bleed again. As he did this it became noticeable that he had cut a word into the flesh, tracing each letter with a knife over and over until the word was unmistakable - "Fishna."
She narrowed her eyes further. “What do you want? Pity? You’re not getting it.”
"Oh, I know I'm not getting that, I know I would never get that from you." He stopped tracing the wound, watching the crimson before continuing, "You know, you visit me at night, every night."
"I don't-"
"Not like that, the way I visit Jade, in nightmares." The Ivory let out a harsh laugh, "To think I'm not the insane one."
“Who said you weren’t?” she answered.
An awkward silence filled the room. “…you know I visited her once? And she… she just exploded at me? And after I left, she fell back into the nightmares, except she wasn’t even sleeping, and she kept talking… about you.”
He absent-mindedly fiddled with his tail, "I already know about that."
“How? Do you stalk her with joy? With pleasure? Do you like torturing her?”
After a second’s silence, Hilda said huffily, “Well, I already know the answer to that.”
The Ivory said nothing at first, before replying, "I'm glad you know because I don't." He stopped fiddling with his tail and glanced up at her, amber meeting a hateful violet, "Isn't this the part where you abuse me? Or have you gotten tired of me already?"
“What did you do this time?” she asked instead, shifting from foot to foot. “To her?”
"Nothing except exist."
“I doubt that very much. But even your existence brings pain.”
"Why don't you check that book of yours?" His gaze was unreadable, the fairy grabbing the knife from beside him and subconsciously twirling it between his fingers, purposely nicking them, "All that's in there is this," he flicked his wrist, the knife stabbing his arm with the movement, "and nightmares. What I'm like in Jade's dreams is none of my concern, all I know is that someone else would've haunted her if I didn't exist."
“We’d all be happier if you were dead, you know that.”
With a quick movement, his knife slid out of flesh, allowing blood to flow freely, "I should've been killed the second I was born," he shrugged as if this were a casual manner, "What's new? Do you know how many times I questioned why I kept going? Why do I keep living? No, because that was none of your concern," Gale got to his feet twirling his knife as he did so - so that the handle would be facing outward towards Hilda and the blade in his palm, "At least, until now. So why don't you just take the knife and kill me already? Nothing is stopping you, and I'm sure Hunter would love torturing me again."
“I would love to,” she responded. “But out of curiosity… why don’t you do it yourself?”
He lifted his bangs, showing off the scars on his neck, "Believe me, I tried, but I'm always interrupted."
“You can do it now, can’t you?”
"Hmph. So you wouldn't do it after all."
“Answer my question. And yes, I have a few qualms with killing, unlike you.”
He continued to ignore the question, "What, afraid of staining your reputation? Because it's too late for that."
“Is it? And no, it’s just… something that wouldn’t bother you.”
"Is that so?" It was hard to tell if the Ivory was being genuine with his statement or mocking her opinion, "Also, aren't you guilty of a certain thing called child abuse? Towards multiple children?" Oddly enough, his end statement held no anger, and only served to provoke.
“I didn’t-you have no right, what he put me through, how badly I…”
Hilda’s voice trailed off, but she came back to earth suddenly. “Or is this more self-pity?”
He scoffed, "I dropped the pity for hatred ages ago. In all honestly, are you going to get to the abusing me to the point I leave part, or have you suddenly redeemed yourself to a pile of rocks?"
“What’s the point? I never want to see you again, Gale, so go kill yourself for all I care.”
With that, she spun on her heel and stalked off.
"Oh, so you don't miss Hunter?" He called after her, holding back the small smile of achievement when she stopped.
“And you don’t miss your maymay?” she responded just as quickly, holding back the tears that tingled despite her many attempts to conceal them.
"Which one? I have multiple." The fairy kept all emotion out of the response, seeming like he didn't care, "I'm surprised you haven't forced me to summon his ghost for you... not that I would have."
“I would never ask for anything from you,” she responded, hugging herself as she added, “And I hope he’s torturing you right now.”
"I never said ask," he responded, "and no, he's away for the moment. You know, he knows about the me-being-disowned thing."
“I don’t want anything from you, and I especially don’t want you to summon m-my son. Now get out of here.”
He ignored her.
"I'm sure you'll want to know he holds no regard for the fact you lied to him, instead choosing to blame me. It seems hating orphaned Ivories for no reason at all runs in the family, makes me wonder how bad his kids would've been." He turned to leave, "But oh well, seems like you'll never see him pull a... ah, how do I word this? A Florian."
The fairy knew he struck a nerve but simply moved to leave, "Seeing how strong the hereditary is, there's no doubt about it. Goodbye Hilda, I know I'll never see you on the other side."
The door clicked shut, signifying the fairy had left.
Hilda stared at the door, waiting until he was fully gone before running, sobs shaking her trembling body as she ran into the Archives.
Dark Side[]
I'm still working on the names and stuff for this story so expect placeholders.
Shadow Magic? Oh you mean me.[]
Great, now I have to deal with them.
Amber eyes shone in the dark, their owner unknown.
The group tensed, expecting the worst, when a familiar fairy walked out into the open.
Axel's eyes narrowed, "Gale, you have a bit of explaining to-"
"What are you doing here?" He asked, dismissing his tone.
Sage looked at him nervously, "We noticed some Shadow Magic coming from here and we decided to check-"
The fairy's eyes narrowed, "What? Do you not think I can handle it by myself?"
"No, I'm sure you can handle it fine but-"
"But what?" he asked, cutting her off.
"We wanted to find out who was behind it." Finished Axel for Sage.
"And that,' he began, "Is none of your concern."
"None of our concern? I think it's very much of our concern seeing you were behind it."
The gray fairy stood silently for a minute, "Well, I suppose it's your concern now, and I can't have you running about telling everyone..." A barrier of Shadow Magic formed between the Academy Keeper and the group, one by one all the exits on the their side closed. "Your journey ends here, prodigies."
Torn Between Planes[]
Go Away, Fishna[]
The little fairy was struggling to carry a crate, his too big wings making it hard to balance. He still had another year to go in order to grow into them, but in the meantime they were a bit of an obstacle.
The crate was full of books to be returned to the archives, eager to get the job finished so he could say hello to Hilda at the end of it. The wizard hadn't been out in the archives as often and he was really beginning to worry a bit... and get a bit lonely.
He clambered down the stairs, half pulling, half carrying, the crate down the steps. He checked the map messily drawn on the palm of his hand before shoving the crate between two shelves, starting to put away the books.
It was a matter of time before he hear familiar footsteps, tail quivering excitedly as he checked behind the shelf, "Hi Hilda!"
The purple robed wizard jumped, startled. She then turned to face the little fairy, tiredness in her gaze, "Oh... hello Gale."
"Where have you been? You haven't visited me in ages."
"I've been a bit busy, still am actually, sorry Gale." She sighed before leaving, the fairy staring at the ground disappointedly.
The Ivory sighed before resuming shelving the books, only for his ears to prick at the sound of crying. He glanced at the crate and then up where the sound was coming from... then ran. He dashed past bookshelf after bookshelf, nearing where Hilda stayed.
Confusion plastered across his face, yet he peeked into the keyhole, trying to see if he could find out what was going on.
Inside the room, Hilda was shushing a baby wrapped in a blanket, glancing about nervously ever so often.
Outside, the fairy had slumped to the ground, visibly distressed.
Unbeknownst to him, a dark elemental nudged a group of thoughts together, the pieces clicking in a twisted way until one thing stood out from the rest.
Hilda had someone else to care for and didn't want him anymore - that's why she's been avoiding him.
It took every fiber of his being to keep him from bursting into tears, his poor little heart carrying more weight then it should.
All he wanted was love, and instead he was betrayed.
Go away, Fishna.
Falling[]
Falling.
Falling through space and time itself, crashing into a thin layer of glass and shattering it.
Shattering the border between life and death,
Falling again, this time crashing through another layer of glass.
The border between element or person had been disturbed.
Still falling, through a plane of dark and light, crashing into ground only for the mirage of reality to shatter once more.
The line between deity or mortal.
The descent continued until hitting water, amber eyes snapping open as the figure sunk, discarded by all. Drowned as he should've been at birth-
Amber eyes snapped open once more, this time to the sight of reality. Sunlight seeped into the room announcing the new day - it had all been a dream.
I'm not a fishna[]
The boy slumped against the door, tears welling in his eyes.
I told you you were a fishna.
I'm not.
Oh but you are, you liked hurting them, didn't you?
I-I...
The fairy's eyes and hair slowly began to turn purple.
Hilda was right, you know. That no one can ever love you, no one can ever care about you, no one can ever-
"I'M NOT A FISHNA." The words were yelled a loud in a hysteric screech, going unheard outside the room.
He was in the one place in the Academy where no one could hear him scream, no one could hear him cry, no one can hear him argue desperately with the voices in his head.
"I'm not a fishna..." He repeated again, this time more quietly.
You can lie to yourself all you want but-
I'm not a fishna. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not...
You can't get rid of me, you can't change how you feel, you can't change what you are-
But I don't want to hurt anyone... I don't want to be different... I don't want to to listen to you anymore...
Oh but you do. You liked hurting, you never cared you were different, and you certainly didn't have a problem with me until now.
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU HURT THEM, NOT ME. YOU'RE MAKING ME DO THIS, YOU'RE MAKING ME LIKE THIS, YOU... YOU...
But it wouldn't change anything, now would it? Everyone will still hate you. At least I like you this way, it's much more interesting then before, before when you thought-
Shut... up...
You can't deny the truth forever.
The boy hugged his knees, sobbing because knew it was true, and that the truth hurt, hurt more then anything else. Unbeknownst to him, another layer of lies, another layer of hatred, and another layer hurt had begun to wall up that little boy, that little boy who cared, that little boy who wasn't a fishna, that little boy who could be hurt, that little boy who loved.
And one day, one day, that little boy is going to be walled up for good.
I... am... m-you...[]
Yes it's based of that scene from Syren (Septimius Heap by Angie Sage) BUT DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?
He doesn't know why he started keeping a journal, maybe it was one last struggle from that little boy, the little boy that once filled the emptying shell he was now. Or maybe it was because he wanted to remember... remember what it was like to have your own thoughts, to act for yourself, to not have a hundred voices whispering in your ear and telling him what to do.
He picked up the quill and began to write in careful, loopy letters.
I don't have a name, but my father's name was Austen Starheart. The elements named me Gale, and everyone calls me that, so I guess you can call me Gale Starheart.
He stopped and turned over the words. The elements named me... He shook his head to clear the thoughts, scratching out words and trying again.
I don't have a name, but my father's name was Austen Starheart. The elements named me Gale, and everyone calls me that, so I guess you can call me Gale Starheart.
I'm an Ivory, so my skin is gray and hair is white, and my eyes are amber... most of the time.
He hissed under his breath and crossed out the words "most of the time." This journal was about him, not the elements and especially not that.
I don't know my mothers name, but I called her "Maymay," since that's what she asked me to call her. I don't know why she never named me, I just hope she had a good reason for it, but
Ink blotted the spot where he had stopped, remembering Shadow's words, of why- no, he wouldn't think about that. Frustratedly, he began to to write out another sentence, holding back a hysteric scream when he felt someone else move his hand, force him to write something else he didn't want.
I am my own the element's person puppet.
He stared at the words for a total of five minutes before moving to rip out the page - only for someone else to stop him. Angrily, he tried to write something else, this time directed at the person who was forcing him to do what he didn't want, didn't think, didn't feel.
I'm Shadow is- I'm in control and will always be in control, because no matter what you I do, I'm still me a puppet.
The boy ripped out the page faster then the element could react, crumpling into a ball and hurling it as far as he could throw - it bouncing off the opposing wall and rolling back near him.
Shadow stop it... please...
I'm afraid I can't do that.
Tears stung at his vision, pain that no one will never understand filling the boy.
This time he let himself scream.
He was alone in this.
He wasn't him anymore.
Where did that little boy go?
Did he ever exist to begin with?
And if he didn't... who was he?
Questions a puppet can never answer.
Gone[]
He wasn't dead, was he?
So what... was this?
"Oh my Celestial, she didn't actually do it, did she-"
The fairy spun to face, to his surprise, Fire, "Wait, you're here? But where..."
"Ah... you're in your own consciousness, I suppose."
"....I'm sorry, what?"
The fiery elf ruffled his hair, "Er... so you know how your our host, right?"
"You mean, ruining my life as you yell in my head." The ivory grumbled miserably.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that part. Anyhow, where do you think we go when we're not talking to you?"
"...no where? At least, when you're not ghosting."
"Ah, not quite, but you know how people cast mind traps?"
"...yes?"
"That's basically what we're in right now."
"But I thought you can't mind trap yourself-"
"But you can be possessed and have your consciousness shoved into the equivalent of a mind trap as the person who possessed you ruins your life to a degree that shouldn't be possible because they think it's the only way to obtain the eternity where they can't- why are you looking at me like that?"
The fairy blinked, "That's rather specific."
"Erm... I think you're waking up now."
"What do you-" Yet the reality already faded, the boy groggily opening his eyes. He was sore all over, his hair was streaked purple, and he couldn't help but feel like something was missing.
Memories.
He glanced around, seeing the familiar bookshelves of the archives but not remembering what he was doing down here.
What... happened...
Hello again, fishna.
First Punishment[]
Gale walked down the stairs in the archives, amber gaze looking for a place to hide.
Above the labyrinth were questions, too many questions, none of which he wanted to answer.
Are you okay? Why haven't you been going to class? When was the last time you ate? When are you going to come out?
No, he wasn't okay, he'll never go to class again, he doesn't care if he was eating enough, and he'll never go out again once he found the right place.
If Shadow won't let him kill himself, he'll wait. Wait until he can't take it anymore.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he reached the bottom of the stairs, insomnia catching up to him. He could scarcely sleep anymore. Not because of the nightmares but because of the thought he might...
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, moving on to the next room of the archives, planning on wandering aimlessly until he was lost, lost forever.
What are you doing, Gale?
He didn't answer. In fact, he stopped answering a while ago. Once he found the right place to hide, it wouldn't matter anymore. As long as no one found him... no one would get hurt.
Quick, insistent, even hateful clicks caused his ears to prick up and his tail to lash.
He glanced in the direction of the noise, the dread of encountering another person potent in his gaze.
Purple eyes gleamed with uncontrollable hatred, fists being tightened around a wand and large book.
”Hello, Gale,” Hilda said pleasantly.
He took a step back.
Not because he was afraid but because he didn't want to be with another person. Especially not now.
The fellow Keeper advanced. “What have you been up to lately?”
"N-nothing," he replied, taking another step away. It was mostly the truth - the past few days, he had been doing nothing... unless attempting suicide counted.
“You do realize there’s no point in lying, right?”
Her voice was sickly sweet, beginning to crack with hatred.
"I'm not lying..."
Something caused him to fall quiet, his voice barely a whisper. He was avoiding her gaze and took another step back.
That was his mistake.
Something smashed into his cheek, the Ivory hitting the ground with a yelp. The faint scars from his mother were now surrounded by bright red, stinging with each inhale.
Hilda raised his hand as if to hit him again, still smiling.
He tensed instinctively, confusion seeping into his thoughts simultaneously. Why… was she mad at him?
It didn’t take him long to remember the reason why he was here.
Hilda laughed, hand still raised. “Oh, now you get it. Now you get it.”
He shrunk away from her, his voice carrying a trace of terror as he feebly told her, "I'm sorry..."
This was not well received.
She struck again, her kick knocking him backward. “Oh, you’re sorry? Well, I guess that makes it all better now. I guess I should love you again!”
He yelped, curling into a ball defensively. He knew he shouldn't, but he whispered the words again. He was sorry, he truly was sorry, but...
She glared down at him, trembling with anger, a smile frozen on her face. “Fishna.”
The Keeper turned, stomped on his tail and wings, then stormed off, jaw trembling as the door vanished behind her.
He lay there, silently, biting his lip to avoid crying out in pain. His vision was blurred in agony, but at the same time, blurred by the tears threatening to spill.
Even Hilda thought he was a fishna.
By now, a torturous sob escaped him, causing him to hug himself tighter despite the torment it brought. He didn't dare move, despite even more desperately wanting to hide, hide and be... safe. Safe from the world, and in turn, the world safe from him.
Why couldn't he have that?
Why couldn't he have that?
His question went unanswered in the silence, something inside him festering and growing.
The first steps to fading away.
Hunter[]
The grey-skinned fairy strode down the hall, adjusting the strap of his satchel. The red carpeted floors were soft under his bare toes, his shoes dangling from his left hand. He didn't often wear them, only carried them around in preparation for a teacher's snide comment.
His morning classes were at the Earth Tower, which he wasn't necessarily looking forward to. The fey's first class of the day was Magical History, in which he would listen to two professors debate if the Earth Elemental was really called Earth or instead "Plant." These debates typically transitioned into an entire argument over whether the elemental existed to begin with. Quickly following that paradox, if the elemental didn't exist, was the decision of the element's name up to the wardens? Or the citizens of Prodigia?
These confusing arguments would often leave him tired before the day started - much to his annoyance.
The second class was actual Earth Magic, which despite respecting Florian, the young fairy was bored of. He was way ahead of the students in his grade, having watched the Earth Warden teach throughout the last few years. This made him feel relatively reckless during sparring, as his peers were nowhere near his level... and it also resulted in a few detention slips.
The third class was in the Ice Tower, a not-so-basic course discussing sciences. He paid a decent amount of attention, but this wasn't on his own accord, leading to him disliking this class as well...
Finally, the fourth class was when he began to enjoy the school day - The study of Ice Magic.
And it would be a good four hours until then, not to mention he'll be studying Storm Magic tomorrow and Water Magic the day after that. He did not enjoy having to wait, nor the fact he'll be denied his favorite class for two days after this...
He sighed.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about that.
He continued taking his time, using a gust of telekinesis to clean up anything he missed the other night. By the time he reached the Earth Tower, the halls behind him had been scoured with Astral Magic. There wasn't even a trace of Fairy Dust or imprint from his walking - the fey was clearly thorough.
He barely got the chance to inspect his work before his ears pricked, and the sound of crying caught his attention. He angled an ear to hear the sound more clearly, determining the sound was coming from the Earth Tower. The wail was unsteady, weak and fragile, begging and hopeless. Yet, at the same time, it was angry, filled with the fury brought by desolation. The crying had successfully grabbed the Ivory's attention, and the grey fey found himself entering, hand looming over the brass doorknob of Florian's office.
The dark walnut wood carried an earthy, homey scent, the elaborate carvings of flowers and leaves bordering the edges.
Gale, what are you doing?
He nearly jumped out of his skin, the voice startling him. He could feel the owner's presence in his subconscious, how they fiddled with the strings of his movement and could at any time take control.
It was not a fun feeling, but it was not as if he could do anything about it...
Nothing.
This doesn't seem like nothing.
The voice was cold and harsh, a cacophony yet a disorientated, singular, female voice. A rush of emotions always coursed through him whenever she spoke, hatred then anger then caution then loneliness then-
Gale.
I'm curious, okay?
She didn't say anything else, but he began to question if this was wise. But as the wail became more potent, he couldn't help... but open the door.
The crying stopped the second the door creaked open, but a faint rustle of movement caused him to walk around the desk, quickly pinpointing the noise.
He peeked below the cedar escritoire, an amber gaze meeting his.
Under the desk was an infant with translucent green wings, brown hair, and faded clothing.
He took a step back, tail lashing when he saw what was under the desk.
A toddler, maybe three or four, sat under it. He had brown hair that was getting a tad too long, wide amber eyes, a pale green tint to his skin, and three pairs of translucent wings that all screamed “Florian.”
His ribs were visible through his threadbare white shirt, and his head and limbs were slightly too large or small from malnutrition.
The second he noticed Gale, the toddler jumped back, accidentally hitting his head on the desk and causing a small bump to start rising. He didn’t seem to notice, however, as he used his woefully small body to conceal something from Gale.
”…go. Away.”
He didn't.
The Ivory was frowning, but not because of the toddler's condition. He was frowning because the toddler felt familiar.
The voice from earlier was stirring again, doing something in his subconscious, but he paid little attention, trying to figure out who the boy was.
“Go away!” he yelped, tensing as if he wanted to attack. “F**king useless!”
Startled, the gray fey's tail fur fluffed, his cat-like eyes narrowed. When he regained his composure - since he'd given up on trying to remember the toddler's name - he decided to ignore the boy's hostility and ask a question.
"What's your name?" He hadn't intended for his tone to be hateful, but the words came out cold, the doing of a certain someone.
He only flinched backward, continuing to hide whatever was behind him. “No.”
Gale cursed himself under his breath, trying to soften his tone, "Why not? There's no harm in saying your name."
The toddler shook his head harder. “Can’t.”
The fey let out a huff of frustration, the voice becoming drastically more active. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes out of habit, expecting a headache. Yet instead of a headache...
“Please, Hunter, be quiet…” a voice whispered, each word making Gale wince.
Hilda only cared about this Hunter now, and she didn’t want him.
Discarded, thrown away, tossed aside… again.
The fairy gasped as footsteps came running down the hall, him jumping aside just in time.
Hilda had just rushed by, clutching a bundle of clothes close. She didn’t even notice him.
A moment’s hesitation.
Then Gale followed after her, heart pumping furiously and tail lashing silently in the air.
Another voice made him jump aside yet again, this time ducking behind a pillar.
He held his breath, listening to the voices…
“Hilda, I can’t, you know I can’t.”
Florian?
”Please. I can’t handle him, I can’t help him, he deserves better than this. An enclosed room in the Archives and a mother who can’t handle him.”
Steady footfalls told Gale that Florian was pacing, the Earth Fairy speaking with a touch of hope in his voice. “But we have children, now, Hilda, we have something that can testify us!”
The Ivory barely concealed his gasp, a million thoughts being shot off in his head like a cannon.
Florian? Hilda? Children?
Yet all the curiosity was pushed away by a certain elemental, being replaced by anger and hatred.
Now two people who he thought he could trust had thrown him away again.
He could barely think, but their words cut through the haze of emotion.
Hilda sighed. “I knew this was a mistake.”
“No, it’s not.”
Florian’s voice was gentle, kind, yet somehow commanding. And also… something else he couldn’t recognize. Seductive with a touch of sadism.
”We have a child. He’s ours. This isn’t a mistake, this is just love.”
”Love isn’t supposed to hurt.”
But it does, Gale thought, It hurts the most.
”He was a mistake,” Hilda said, a rustle of cloth making it clear she’d shoved the baby into Florian’s arms.
Sobs and wails rang through the corridor, both parents quickly shushing the boy.
Yet the cries weren’t sorrowful. They were angry.
The fairy shifted the baby uncomfortably like he was nothing more than an inconvenience, a burden.
”He’s yours, Hilda.”
“No, he’s ours.”
”Well, you need to watch over him, I have to go,” Florian said quickly, rushing away.
The hatred was churning in Gale now, becoming a whirlwind, a hurricane.
Yet all he did was calmly slip away, the cries of Hunter ringing behind him.
When the fairy opened his eyes, his gaze was unreadable, too many emotions present at once. A voice hissed in his thoughts, coaxing anger and pain, forming it into hatred, but for some reason, he tried to stop it. But why would he stop it?
The toddler seemed to notice his change of attitude, whimpering slightly as he curled himself around what he was hiding.
The fey closed his eyes once more, ignoring "Hunter." His breathing had become irregular as he sorted through his thoughts, for some reason trying to stop the voice from dropping her poison into his mind.
But his thoughts and feelings were no longer his, becoming marionette strings for someone else to pull. Whatever he felt was suddenly gone, replaced, or fused into unspeakable hatred, jealousy... and abandonment.
White to purple, amber to violet, and suddenly, Gale was gone.
Hunter yelped, tiny fists beginning to clench. “F**king useless!”
The toddler quickly regretted it.
Burning, consuming, darkness, and pure agony enveloped the toddler, not the fey's doing but the doing of someone else, someone else that wanted the fey to be like this. Wanted him to hurt, to kill, to be fear and all the things that came with it.
And right now, the little boy was the test subject, the climax of the experiment.
He screeched, trying to twist away to protect what he was keeping hidden. “Stop. Stop!”
But it didn't stop.
Both the fey and toddler were trembling, both were in some form of agony, but the wrath that existed between them didn't cease, no matter their attempts to get away.
Hunter was crying now, screams showing only anger… and a hint of fear.
A tail gripped the toddler, squeezing him too tight to breathe. In another circumstance, the soft fur might've been comforting but now... the way it tickled his skin brought a sense of danger, and danger that would only worsen the longer he endured it.
Hunter attempted to force his way out, screaming curses that he didn’t even know the meaning of. Soon, though, his profanity faded into coughing and whimpering, the grass around them starting to wilt.
Gale's violet gaze was emotionless as the tail squeezed tighter, and as the toddler began to fall limp, what he was holding fell out of his hands...
It stopped.
Violet to amber, purple to white, and his solar gold tail uncurled from around the toddler, dropping him.
The cloth bundle he clutched fell open on the ground, exposing a curled-up baby, probably a year or so old.
She was starting to wake up, looking around for her brother. They were nearly identical- the only differences being her shockingly green eyes, small green wings, and slightly lighter brown hair.
Hunter hit the ground as well, rushing towards his sister and returning her into his arms, the infant giggling.
Tears that wouldn’t fall in front of her prickled at the toddler’s eyes. Hunter squeezed his eyes shut before glancing at Gale, burning anger filling him. It was his sister and his sister only that stopped him from attacking the Ivory.
”Go away.”
This time, the fey did take a step away.
He... hurt someone.
He actually... hurt someone.
Tears of his own threatened to spill, but these were not tears of pain, but instead tears of anger, anger that he couldn't stop the monster inside him.
The fishna inside him.
The reason he could never be loved.
With every thought he took another step away, until finally, he took off running, not wanting to risk losing control again.
Hunter, meanwhile, simply watched him leave, holding a crying Jade closer as his own tears, sobs, and screams, built up inside him.
And yet, he could do nothing but hold his sister.
Quite a distance away, Gale had darted into the private common room before entering and locking himself in his bedroom.
Suddenly, he didn't feel like going to class anymore.
Astral's Fall[]
Poker[]
"So Gale," Abner began slowly, "have you ever heard of poker?"
Nearby, Florian choked on his coffee, coughing and sputtering before saying, "No."
"Oh come on, I promise I won't play for money," the wizard said slyly, causing some evident confusion in Gale. He didn't normally show this side of himself to the Ivory, but he was curious.
"That's what you said last time."
"Hmph," his yellow gaze filled with irritancy, "and you were the one who made the first bet."
"I was winning and then you-"
"You thought you had a royal flush. It was written all over your face. That's what caused you to lose."
"Look, it doesn't matter if I lost-"
"Really?"
The went back and forth for quite some time before Gale interrupted, "Um, I don't even know what poker is-"
"A card game." Abner answered.
"Gambling." Florian corrected with a stern stare.
"I literally said that-"
"-you won't play for money. And when he thinks he has a good hand you'll-"
"If I we bet, we'll bet over chocolates. Happy now? Because I really don't intend on taking his salary."
Florian harrumphed but didn't say anything else, looking quite skeptic.
*****
"Okay, so all you need to know is the ten hands and when to fold."
"...what?" The grey fey stared at Abner with evident confusion.
He sighed, "Okay, let me rephrase that. In poker, there are ten possible hands - or set of cards - a person can have. Each hand has a different amount of value, and you want to get to the highest value possible."
"That makes a bit more sense," the fey replied, "but you haven't said what the hands are yet."
Without looking at the cards, Abner shuffled them a few times before selecting five, placing them face up before the Ivory. "This is a royal flush. Basically, when you get a Jack, Queen, and King of the same house in one go."
"House?"
"You know how there's a Spade, Heart, Diamond, or Club - the clover thing - on each card?" Gale nodded, and Abner continued, "That's a house. Moving on..." He picked up the cards and shuffled them again, still not looking at them, then placed five again, "Straight flush. When all your cards are in numeric order and of the same house."
The fairy had begun to connect the dots, "So a flush is whenever you get cards of the same house?"
"Yep, pretty much. And actually, Flush is another hand. You know three already, how's that?"
The younger keeper smiled for a short bit, but then he frowned, "How did you manage to pick the cards without-"
"-looking at them?" Abner finished. "These were my dad's cards. He's the one who taught me to play."
"Oh. But how-"
"I'm not finished. Whenever he played with his friends, he would use this set, and what's special about them is that they're handmade. The houses are painted with a textured paint and the number - or letter - in the corner is slightly raised, so if your pay attention to how the card feels..."
"You know exactly what card you're holding?"
"Exactly! The reason they're like that is because this set was actually made for magic tricks - as in, the illusionary type - so that a magician knows your card as you take it from the deck. Of course, that's cheating, because magicians are actually supposed to memorize the deck."
"Huh," Gale looked thoughtfully at the deck, "I didn't know that."
The Astral Keeper shrugged, "Most people don't."
They kept talking, going over the hands while exchanging interesting tidbits of information. By the time Gale actually knew how to play the game, it was past both of their bed times. They settled for playing the next day, putting Abner in quite a good mood - earning him a wary look from Florian on the way to his room.
But hey, who could blame him? He finally got a date with his crush.
Entity Shenanigans[]
God I can fake your personalities too well
Welcome to the Wiki[]
Somewhere within the canon world was a door, a door to the outside world. The door creaked open, revealing a hallway with many entrances. Most were open wide for one to enter, some having signs that said [Official] Prodigy Game Portal or Prodigy Game Wiki and pets running in and out of the entrances, wizards scattered throughout both endlessly. Yet only one caught the attention of a select few - the locked door.
The locked door was at the end of the hall, the words of the sign faded from neglect. From what a person could barely make out was the word "Fanon". All over, there were a few hand-painted signs that ranged from "Welcome" to "Keep Out" all in varying handwritings. A sliver chain bound the door, ancient spells giving it a faint shine. The lock hanging off the chains was already open, as if someone knew a new person would approach.
As one reached out a hand to turn the door handle, it refused to budge - then it becomes noticeable the keys hanging off the nearby wall. A elegant emerald one with vines and flowers hanging off it, a colorful one made of LEGOs, an acidic one with an odd purple shine and a feeling of nothingness, an ice covered silver one with crystals, and so many more - all with names carved above the hooks. Finally, one comes to a key with surprisingly, their name on it. It was a regular key, nothing special about it... yet the door clicked open as it was slid in, revealing the world of Prodigy in a new aspect. In the midst of it all was a skyscraper, one only a few seemed to see.
Following a few others inside, one was forced to duck as a fairy dive-bombed from a higher floor, hop out of the way as a cursed emoji left a trail of acid, nearly get run over on a teen on a skateboard, and avoid stepping on a small LEGO Minifigure walking by. Nearby was what seemed to be a woman in a beanie, holding a clipboard and keeping things in check. Sounds of yelling reached the figure as they turned to face the acidic emoji, now arguing with a black-haired, glasses-wearing teenager. Behind them you see a hall with a sign labeled "Categories", a few other signs down the hall - a few were just visible, reading "Fanfictions" and "Roleplays". A throat was cleared behind one, turning to face the LEGO and fairy.
The minifigure wore a green outfit designed for a ninja, a katana strapped across their back as it stood on the fairy's shoulder. The fairy had blue and brown hair, green and blue wings, an incredibly modern outfit. They both had a sense of power around them, one recalling the same aura around the woman with the beanie and the cursed emoji.
The minifigure spoke first, startling the person, "Welcome to the fanon wiki! You may never leave-"
The fairy cut him off, glaring at the LEGO on her shoulder, "LLOYD."
"What? I was just-"
"You agreed not to scare the newcomers off."
"....fine."
"Hey that better be an actual fine or you're going in the reptile tank."
The minifigure slowly lifted a stud shooter, loading it, yet instantly ice jammed the weapon.
The Ice Fairy sighed, "As Lloyd over here was saying, welcome to the fanon wiki. However, unlike what he was trying to say, you can leave if you wish. I'm Aly by the way, the cursed acidic emoji is Vivi- er, I mean Vibin, the skateboarder is Xansat or just X, the lady in the beanie is Riolu, she also goes by the name Rueful, and the minifigure who so kindly decided to point a stud shooter at me is Lloyd - you may want to remember those names."
The figure looked from the minifigure to the fairy before asking, "So... what do people do here?"
The black-haired girl walked over at hearing the question, "Lots of stuff! Create entire species, areas, and items. Roleplaying is fun, oh and write fanfictions WHICH YOU'LL NEVER FINI-"
The fairy cut her off, "Jade, you've finished fanfictions before."
"One."
"You still finished it."
"It was a collab."
"....well I finished fanfictions-"
"What about the other five?"
"Actually, it's around ten."
The girl stared at the fairy blankly, about to say something else when you asked another question.
"Are things... always like this?"
The minifigure answered "Maybe" at the same time the fairy answered "No", which also happened to be at the same time the girl answered "Yes".
As the three broke into bickering you decide to walk off, exploring the labyrinth of stories. Angsty fairies, wars, time travelers, dimensional doom, monkey paws???
Finally, you reach a computer resembling a gray brick, a button catching your attention. There were multiple sticky notes around it, all having conflicting messages about the button. Yet curiously, ever so curiously, you press the button... and begin to create a world.