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evanska

Evanska's mind was buzzing with possibilities. She loped through the forest, her eyes focused on the path ahead. She paid no mind to any of the trees that passed right through her. Someday soon, she was going to be able to lead missions with seraphs at the helm, taking on missions in Wild Equines in the name of Utopia. She just had to speak to Cadence and Rasa about it and hopefully get their approval. She couldn't really think of a reason that they wouldn't approve of her idea. It wasn't like it was dangerous or anything for any of the seraphs. Nothing here could touch him. The only complication was organization. Evanska had not really paid much attention to any of the politics in the world much, so that was something she was going to have to learn fast if she was going to be able to do something like this. Eventually, she wanted to be able to head off on missions on her own without going over the logistics with Rasa and Cadence. She had a lot of learning and research to do.

That was what she was doing now, actually. She was heading through the Free lands toward the allianced territories. She figured she would start with the Light Kingdom first. Things were rather busy there, what with the drama involving the Versai and all. Evanska didn't know exactly what that meant or what had happened, so that's why she was heading that way now. She needed to learn what had happened and its causes. Horses had muttered about in the Free lands, but details were never dropped. And, it was better to get it directly from the source rather than filtered through rumors anyway.

She didn't get far though before she felt the eerie sensation of being watched. Usually this didn't bother her given she couldn't be touched by anything here, but something about its presence was off. She glanced around, slowing down her pace, stepping through a particularly large tree as she did so. Her ears pricked and struggled to pick up any kind of noise. She couldn't hear anything but the familiar sounds of forest - breezes moving through plants, small animals moving through the ground and climbing up the trees, birds chirping. But something was making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Evanska was a fan of listening to her instincts and this was one of those times. Taking in a deep breath, she headed toward the eerie feeling.

She burst out of the forest and into a wide open clearing. What she saw definitely set her hair on edge. It was something long and sinewy, standing on only two legs. It had an odd texture to its skin... almost like feathers? Scales? It was difficult to tell. It was primarily gray but some black and white spots. Evanska's wide eyes took in the instrument it was clutching in its feet. It was long and metallic and it was emmitting some kind of blue light. It scanned over the trees, making beeping noises. The creature made some kind of clucking sound and the blue light stopped. Evanska started as the creature suddenly turned its face toward her. It had four eyes and antennae sprouting from its forehead. Evanska blinked several times, wondering if she was seeing things. The creature was still there every time she opened her eyes.

It made clucking noises and stepped toward her. It was a full two feet taller than Evanska was. When it was about a yard away, it stuck the instrument toward her and turned the blue light on. Evanska squinted against the harsh light, but felt nothing else otherwise. The creature tilted its head, its antennae twitching. It moved the device around her. It never beeped. Faster than Evanska could react, the creature ran toward her, thrusting the device out. The mare flinched, but if the creature meant to strike her, the blow never came. She glanced down to where the device was touching her leg. It went through her.

Of course, she thought, feeling incredibly foolish for forgetting that she could not be touched by anything here. Not even this weird creature and its weird instrument. The creature made a sound of alarm that sounded remarkably like a bird screech. It put the device down and ran toward her, paws or feet or whatever they were, grasping out to grab her. They slid through nothingness while Evanska stood perfectly still. She refused to flinch this time. The creature made more noises, stepping its whole body through her, turning this way and that, confusion and panic saturating its otherwise alien calls.

It backed away from her then and Evanska stuck her tongue out at it. "That's right, you can't touch me," she said, smirking. "What are you?" the creature said suddenly, startling Evanska again. Why was it talking to her now when it couldn't before? Because all it heard before were birds, she realized. "I'm a seraph and my name is Evanska. What are you doing here?" she asked, nodding toward the instrument. "Your planet is suitable for inhabitation," the creature replied. Evanska had no idea what a planet was. But before she could ask that question, the creature was talking again. "We want to replace you," it said, aiming the device at her again. And again it registered no beeping. Replace her? Yeah, she didn't think so. "Yeah, there'll be no replacing here. I think you and your device should leave," she took a few steps toward the creature. It backed away from her. "I won't ask twice," she said again, taking steps toward the creature now. It backed away some more, but seemed hesitant. Evanska had no idea what this creature was and whether or not it was telling the truth, but she wanted nothing to do with something that wanted to "replace" her. "I said leave," she hissed and ran at the creature. It fled before her, scrambling over the terrain, running around and occasionally into trees. Evanska ran after it, not stopping until this creature was well out of the borders of Wild Equines.

She chased it for a long time, watching with amusement as it tumbled over rocks, tree roots, and fallen branches. While it hissed as it ran into water, Evanska ran through with no trouble and no splashes to indicate her own movement. This seemed to frighten it even further and it picked up the pace. Evanska put on a burst of speed, but it was short-lived as the creature grabbed onto some kind of vine and scrambled up it, tucking the device into its armpit. Evanska jumped, trying to grab hold of the vine with her teeth. Predictably, the vine went through her body, but the creature didn't seem to know that. Its panicked cries had turned away from horse-like and back to bird-like. Evanska glanced upward then and saw another... device? though it was so much bigger than the one the creature had been holding. It seemed to float in the air. The vine was snatched into the device as soon as the creature made it. Evanska met the creature's eyes once again, staring deep into the yellow depths of them. She stuck her tongue out again and this time she broke out into a dance, her hooves churning up the earth, her tail lashing against her sides. "You better run!" she yelled. The creature let out a final screech and some kind of door slid closed. The device climbed up higher into the air, making only soft, high-pitched sounds as it did so. Then it was gone, taking off so fast that all it left was a gust of wind in its wake.

I might need to tell Rasa and Cadence something else too, she wondered, staring at the place the device had disappeared to. Maybe there was another problem that the seraphs could solve that didn't involve Wild Equines politics at all.


timeline technically the day after she meets with raziel and before cadence loses his position - however this is noncanon lol
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Prompt 1: Aliens
Word Count: 1330
Bonuses:
- Dancing

"Speech"

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(content warning: violence)

Her blade dripped with blood.

She watched the light fade from the man's eyes as he finally died, his breath stuttering into silence. She stood up from her kneeling position, her eyes hard. One down, more to go. She wiped the blade on the front of her black pants. The blood wouldn't show on the color. She hiked the blade back up into her sleeve and felt it sink back into her skin, invisible and out of the way once more. The man's blood had made a sizeable pool beneath his body. Did all blasphomers bleed so much? Her lips worked into a brief smirk before she turned heel and walked away, leaving him to the woods. His body would likely be devoured by whatever creatures roamed this area. It was deserving. He should leave nothing left and be forgotten by history, his bones gradually buried by time. A priest turned hypocrite, preaching God's will while taking his own sick pleasures from vulnerable believers. He was a stain on his faith and it was far past time that someone did something to cleanse it. Her mission was not sanctioned by those above her, but she did not care what they thought. She had turned on them and fallen a long time ago. She would do it if no one else would. She could not stand those that twisted religion for their own purposes. So many who thought themselves righteous and loving were cowards and hypocrites, drowning in their own bigotry and disguising it with faith. She would cleanse them all.

She walked back to her car, having no trouble finding it in the pitch dark. Her car was small and agile and shone nearly as brightly silver as the angel blade that merged with her flesh. She'd bought it with her own money, a diamond in the rough, rotting away in a used car parking lot. It had taken her years to save up so much money, but those years were not wasted, never wasted. She'd learned so much blending in with humans. She had to. Her mission required it. Her first few years after the fall had been rough. Humans were not always kind and benevolent, but she had managed to find her place among them. Her knowledge of languages had given her a nice spot in the local library where she could learn from humans in their books as well as observe them in a public place. Her reputation was as an eccentric, but she had never minded that. Their judgment was of little consequence to her. As long as it served her purpose, it could be whatever it needed to be.

The library was also a prime location for finding targets. It was a big library and served several smaller towns. Sephenia kept tabs on all of the customers, doing what some would call "stalking." She found that word to be rather little compared to the mission at hand, but it was accurate. It was not hard at all to find the local religious groups and start exploring from there. Patterns showed up, as they always did. Lies and miscommunication and deceit. She followed up on every single one and eliminated the worst of them. Most of the time, this involved death, such as the one in the woods. That was reserved for the lowest of the low, the ones that were untouchable or otherwise universally hated. Other times, she gathered information to expose them and sent it to the local press, who usually did this with swiftness. Sometimes there was too much backlash and Seph had to ease it along, nuture it like a child. Other times, it was a domino effect and she could simply stand back and watch it happen.

Her next target, however, was a group of these hypocrites. Calling themselves Christian while they committed hate crimes. Seph refused to tolerate it and their violence had gotten out of hand. She had originally planned to expose them one by one, but it was clear if they were not stopped soon, more people would die. She set her lips into a hard line and punched the address into her GPS. Eleven hours. It was time to get moving.

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She drove straight through. Angels didn't need to eat or sleep, even fallen ones. She crossed state lines and into the church where the group met. Her schedule was meticulous and organized, but it left a lot of room for downtime. Now that she had arrived, she had to wait about 35 hours for their next meeting to begin. She'd brought a book to read, but she didn't pick it up yet. Instead, she was lost to her thoughts, staring at the steeple of the building, wondering how and why things had gotten so out of hand. Perhaps they had always been out of hand, though. From the books she had read, these things always had justification in religion. And yet the God that she followed allowed these things to happen. Or, used to follow anyway. That was why she had fallen, given up the cause, refused to fight for someone that let humans suffer. She would make it right, one person at a time, one mission at a time. She was making a difference and doing what needed to be done. Even if she was doing it alone.

The day came and went and night settled in again. Her car was parked in the dense forest that surrounded the church, hidden from view. She would wait until they had all met and do some recon before she charged into it. Whether they had time to speak before she killed them was up to them. If they tried to speak the same old drivel, she had no interest in listening. She might listen to them beg a little. There was always some sick thrill in hearing them beg, as if they hadn't committed heinous crimes against innocent people. Fascinating.

Her colleagues would call her an extremist and perhaps they were right. But it was better than sitting around waiting for an apocalypse. It was better than waiting for orders that would never come. She would do what she could. She was frankly surprised that no one had come after her yet and a tiny piece of her wondered if it was because she was right. What she was doing was justified, even if they couldn't outright say it. But eventually they would come. Eventually she would cause too much of a stir, kill the wrong person, reveal the wrong information. Then, she would be fighting a very different battle.

As the first few spots of light emerged from the horizon, Seph sat up straighter, her blue eyes narrowing, watching. Two trucks drove up to the church parking lot, settling into the stillness of the morning. Three men emerged from the vehicles, patting each other on the back in greeting. Their heads were shaved and their arms covered in various tattoos - tattoos that denoted their affiliations. Three more cars pulled up - a truck and two SUVs. Four more men and two women joined the crowd, laughing and talking as they went into the church. Seph waited for half an hour before she got out of her own car to join them. Not as many had showed up as she would have liked, but no matter. She could always track them down later.

She shut her car door as quietly as she could and made her way down to them, her boots soft and quiet on the ground. The suit she was wearing already made her conspicuous among this particular crowd, but it wouldn't matter in the end. She could never quite let go of the formal attire she had always been required to wear when visiting earth. It projected an air of authority. She enjoyed that and the power that it gave her. Her credibility was immediately increased when she was wearing a nice suit. It was such an easy way of communication that she didn't need to try nearly as hard.

The doors were heavy, but she was much stronger than any ordinary human, even if she didn't look it. At average height of around five foot five, she didn't immediately look intimidating. She pulled the hair tie off of her wrist and tied up her hair. She didn't need it getting in the way of this fight.

The pews were completely empty aside from the group of nine gathered there already. As soon as she entered, all attention was turned to her and all conversations ceased.

"Uh, are you lost?" one of the men said. He was leaned back in the bench, one arm spread out along its backing. He turned to look at her. He had a mustache and was probably the biggest of the group. He looked at one of the other men, his eyes flicking up and down in silent communication. The other man got up, ready to confront Sephenia. He was almost as respectably dressed as she was - a polo shirt, nice dress pants, and polished shoes. His attire could have been worn at a regular church meeting. Seph narrowed her eyes at him. "No, I'm exactly where I need to be," she replied smoothly, her words icy.

"Listen, this is a private meeting," the man in front of her said, clasping his hands together. He gave her a smile. Ah. So this one was the mediator. Ready to smooth things over with words before the big one took over with action. "Oh, I know," she said. She did not move, even as the man came up closer to her than was deemed polite. "You need to leave," he said again. His words had an edge now. Perhaps he was not just talk. "Your God would be ashamed of what you do here," she said, her words tinged with barely contained rage. The man's eyes widened. "Plotting the murder of innocents," she continued.

The man who had first confronted her laughed, a full belly laugh. Her eyes flicked up to him. He got up from his bench and was now strolling toward the pair of them. He was a foot taller than Seph. It made no difference. "Get out of here, girl, before we make you. We won't ask again," the burly man said, standing beside his companion. The others were shifting in their seats. One of the women had stood up to watch. Her husband was tugging on her arm. "Then make me," she said. Her eyes flashed bright blue, startling both of the men. She punched the shorter man in the gut and dealt an uppercut to his face. He toppled to the ground, his mouth bleeding. The burly man reached for her, but she spun away, kicking him in the face. He grunted, but didn't stumble and came for her again, landing a punch to her jaw. There was a snap, but it was not from her. He howled and cradled his broken fingers.

"You disguise your crimes with religion, hoping to hide behind it and therefore beyond blame. You are mistaken," she hissed, "your day of reckoning has come."

She drew the blade from her arm, feeling its familiar weight settle into her hand. The burly man still did not hesitate to attack her again, even with a broken hand. Bravery was wasted on a man like him. She dodged left and pushed him, driving his momentum further. He hit the wall and was immediately back to her. His face was bright red as he screamed at her, "they deserved it! They're overrunning this country!" She dodged another blow from him and kicked him between the legs. He dropped with a scream, clutching himself and looked up at her. The other man was still on the ground, rolling in pain. Seph was suddenly aware that the gathering was short two people. The woman who had stood up was gone, her husband gone with her. After this was done, Seph would find them first.

The blade hummed in Seph's hand as she stood over the man. She drew the blade up. He did not flinch. "You will not see heaven," she said and drove the blade home.

"Demon!" someone screamed. Seph's head jerked violently and she pulled the blade out. Her eyes blazed blue as she whirled on her accuser. The man cowered in the pew, only his hands and head visible. Seph's expression went neutral and she faced him head on. With a crackle of power, she withdrew her wings from their separate plane of existence, allowing them to flicker brightly above her, extending to their full size. They were the same bright blue of her eyes. Blood dripped from her blade as she met each of their terrified eyes. "I am an angel and I am your reckoning."


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Prompt 2: Fantastical Fantasy
Sephenia is a fallen angel with a human vessel, set in a universe similar to the Supernatural universe.

Yes, this is partially based off of a dream that I had once.

Word Count: 2142
Bonuses:
- As A Human

"Speech"

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"What do you think you're doing?"

Her voice thundered in the relative silence of the room. Delilah's hand stopped immediately from putting the strange looking object into her mouth. Cordelia snatched it from her, sniffing it suspiciously. To her surprise, it actually did smell like food. Or at least something sufficiently food-like to want to put it into her mouth. Delilah pouted at her from her spot on the table, sitting cross-legged across it. Cordelia looked from the food to Delilah and back again. It was some kind of roll with something that smelled like fish tucked away inside of it. From the distance, Cordelia had thought it was some kind of toy. She had hoped that Delilah had finally outgrown with putting foreign objects in her mouth. She was six years old already, so it was about time. But now that she was up close and personal, she felt a little bit guilty for yelling at her daughter like that.

"Where did you get this?" she asked her, still holding it between two fingers. It felt like it might fall apart any minute. Delilah shrugged and pointed in the direction of Zana's room with her son Link. The two of them had been living here since Link was born and didn't seem intent on leaving anytime soon. For the most part, Cordelia didn't mind it. The two of them didn't take up much room and Zana seemed to have some marketable skills in medicine. It was a useful skill to have in Cordelia's profession. No need to get doctors involved in case someone started talking. They already had their own teachers here, why not start hiring doctors on as well? Rumor was it that things could get ugly soon. Her boss who charmingly called himself "Romeo" was going to make a move soon on their rivals and Cordelia had to be ready for anything. If it came down to war, they would need a medic on hand and Zana had to make herself useful or Cordelia would throw her and her son out. She wouldn't waste resources on someone who couldn't contribute to the cause, whether or not Zana was willing to join in. She lived here now and if she decided she didn't want to anymore, she could always leave.

If Zana was the one who had given it to Delilah, though that meant it must be safe. Tentatively, Cordelia pressed it to her tongue. Nothing immediately vile rose to the forefront. With a shrug, she popped the whole thing in, chewing slowly. It just tasted like fish, with some kind of lettuce wrap. Not dangerous at all, though certainly nothing Cordelia had ever eaten before. She shrugged again as she chewed, Delilah peering up at her curiously. "What's it like?" she asked. "Like fish with lettuce," Cordelia replied. She mussed Delilah's hair briefly, making her giggle. "I wanna try!" she said, batting halfheartedly at her mom's hand. Cordelia gestured toward Zana's room. "Go ask for another one, then," she said. Delilah slid from the table to the bench and to the floor and went off. She knocked tentatively on the door and made a delighted noise when they ushered her in. Cordelia watched with a grin. Her daughter had taken a liking to the two of them. Link was around Delilah's age, though he seemed to be a sickly boy. Maybe that was why Zana had taken up medicine in the first place.

It was quiet in the warehouse for now. They were in a lull, which drove Cordelia mad. It was a Saturday which meant the tutors were either away living their normal lives, or in their own rooms if they didn't have those. Eventually, Cordelia would bring them all into the warehouse full time, but she let them live with the illusion of having their own private lives outside of the gang. The gang would get them all eventually and loyalties were going to be tested, especially if there was a war coming up like Romeo planned. Cordelia liked working it in slowly, peeling away layers and freedoms until the gang was all that they knew. It was not a healthy lifestyle, no, but it was the way things worked around here. She had chosen this life of her own free will and it had been pretty good to her for a while now. She'd risen in the ranks quickly and was now the right hand of Romeo. Truth be told, she did not respect the man very much, but he commanded armies and that's what they needed. It was a far cry from the sad little groups she'd run with years ago. Now, she was in her prime with dozens that were loyal to her. Their group was growing under her influence and it would only continue to grow. She had plenty of ambitions for when Romeo was gone, but for now she'd follow him. He was an older man now and fresh blood would be needed soon. At least he was a bit better than his bastard son who'd given her three kids and left her to raise them alone. Lily and Corvo were on their own now by choice, but the fact still stood. He would not last much longer.

Delilah was still in Zana's room and Cordelia felt her patience run out. She hefted herself away from the table and marched up to her room in the loft of the warehouse. It was bigger than most of the rooms, but not egregiously so. She was rather generous with her space. She opened the door with her key and closed it behind her. She did not trust everyone here with one hundred percent certainty, though. It was hard to trust anyone with that much certainty. But she couldn't win fights without bodies, so she kept the least untrustworthy bodies here under her roof. There had been no attempts on her life so far. And she did rather welcome someone to try and ambush her in her rooms, where she packed multiple guns and knives, most of which were within arm's reach of her bed. She had one bed to herself with a smaller cot for Delilah to sleep on. She had several tables pushed together to form a makeshift desk with file cabines stacked underneath them and several dressers and bookcases lining the walls. A rug swept across the floor and various toys chilled in their corners.

She sat down at her desk, unlocking the drawers with another key and setting the stack of papers on her desk. They were survelliance - photos taken of potential threats, news articles and clippings, handwritten notes made by her resident psychologist evaluating her targets (he didn't have a degree, but his heightened interest made him better than nothing). Her eyes scanned the papers, taking in the name. She'd read it at least a dozen times now, but it didn't get any easier. Neither did seeing his face in the pictures each and every time she looked at them. But he could be the key to helping her win this war that Romeo was trying to start. His wealth and influence could give her access to things she'd only dreamed of. And wasn't it well within her rights anyway? Her eyes scanned the name again. Nicholas Frost. Her father.


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Prompt 4: Absolutely Average
Respira is a gang leader with her own mafia warehouse.

Cordelia = Respira's human name.
Delilah = Delilah.
Lily = Lanathia.
Corvo = Corvo.
Nicholas Frost = Nachikuitis.

Word Count: 1222
Bonuses:
- Eating Strange Food
- Include Another Character (Delilah)

"Speech"

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Void had been sleeping, but now he was waking up. He was floating in that space between waking and sleeping. Something felt off, though. Something felt distinctly different. There was a humming in his ears. He tried to ignore it for several moments, but it wouldn't go away. It kept pressing in, deeper. Eventually he grumbled and got up, blinking his eyes several times. He gave himself a shake, letting each of his limbs wake up slowly. Usually when he woke up, any unusual feelings from his dreams faded away as if they had never existed in the first place. However, not this time. This time they still clung to him, unshaken. The humming was still there, low in his ears. It was more than a sound. With it came... feeling. Sensation. What was that? What was he feeling? It was something close by. He glanced around, looking at his surroundings. He was in Toxin Raj, in their little clearing. Well, of course he was. He didn't see anyone else though. That was a bit odd. Where was everyone? Everyone was usually here. But as fast as the thought occurred, it was gone, as if it had never mattered.

He made his way toward the sensation. He was surprised to find he'd made his way to his bone collection. What was he doing here? But this was where the feeling was. The pull was here. In the bones. He startled at the realization. He had never felt the bones before. The pulsed with energy. Curiously, he flexed this unfamiliar muscle, tugging at the feeling. He watched with wide eyes as the bones seemed to jitter, twist in their places. Void flexed harder and the bones floated in the air, hovering. His eyes widened further. What was this? Unnatural, his mind whispered. Unnatural yes. But he specialized in the unnatural. His whole family bathed in it.

The further he reached, the more powerful the humming sensation became. This object felt different. More whole. He reached out, funneling his energy into it. He startled when something suddenly pushed up from the ground with a spray of dirt. A little nose twitched in the air, pushing further out into the air. Two long ears followed - or what remained of ears. Pieces were missing and the flesh itself had decayed. But Void still knew what it was. A rabbit. His sister had killed it a few days ago and he'd buried it, waiting for the rabbit to decay before he collected the bones. Now, it rose. It turned to look at him. Its eyes glowed teal - the same teal of his own eyes.

When the rabbit pushed itself fully from the ground, it made its way toward him, shuffling awkwardly on legs made primarily of leftover strips of flesh and bone. For a moment, Void wondered if it was going to attack him for burying it. Instead, it simply walked toward him and tilted its head questioningly. Void could feel its thoughts then, slithering through his head. Simple thoughts mostly, though he couldn't guess whether it was because it was a rabbit or just because it was dead. It craved purpose. He didn't know what purpose to give it. What purpose could an undead creature serve? He only collected the bones from his sister's kills, wondering at the structure of them, wanting to know how they worked. Maybe he wanted to fashion his own creature - or just the bone structure of one anyway. He did not imagine he would be able to do something like this. Could he create a creature out of bones and raise it? Did it have to still have flesh? This would take some experimenting. He would need to get his sister to help. She was far more efficient at making kills than he was.

The next sequence came in flashes, briefs and starts. He remembered collecting bones, talking to his sister, the smell of blood and decay in the air. He experimented more with the power, felt where the remains of other creatures were and raised them too. Before long, he had a small following of undead animals surrounding him, all with their questioning gazes of teal. At some points he was afraid they would attack him and he felt certain they would. Then, their intentions changed and so did his perspective. He looked outside of himself, watched himself move and do the work. His sister was always near but he could never quite see her. She was always at the periphery. But she did what he had asked and brought him more creatures to experiment with. He tried to fuse them together, wondering at the flesh and the ligaments that held the bones and muscle together. His frustration grew with each failed experiment. The world became more tilted and angry. It was flushed with a shade of red. His heartbeat was too fast and too loud.

Void woke with a start, his hide coated in sweat. He was panting and his breathing was ragged. For a wild moment, he did not realize where he was. Then, he recognized the trees of the Free lands, the place where his family had taken residence after Toxin Raj's burning. Fresh grief welled in his chest. His home, gone. Burned. Reduced to ashes. His precious collection gone, his precious meadow gone. There could be no replacement. He gave himself a shake and closed his eyes again, wanting to snatch at the dream again, force it to return - return to that happier time.


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Prompt 5: Do U Believe In Magic
Void as a necromancer.

Word Count: 920
Bonuses:
- Dream Logic

"Speech"

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

Entry Check

Prompts:
1. Aliens
2. Fantastical Fantasy
4. Absolutely Average
5. Do u Believe in Magic

Completed Event: Yes

Points Earned:
- Completed Event (100,000)

Prompt 1: Aliens
- Dancing (Bonus) - 10,000
- Word Count: 1,330 (800+ words) - 15,000

Prompt 2: Fantastical Fantasy
- Do the prompt as a human (Bonus) - 10,000
- Word Count: 2,142 (2000+ words) - 50,000

Prompt 4: Absolutely Average
- Eat a strange food (Bonus) - 10,000
- Include another character (Bonus) - 10,000
- Word Count: 1,222 (800+ words) - 15,000

Prompt 5: Do u Believe in Magic
- Dream logic (Bonus) - 10,000
- Word Count: 920 (800+ words) - 15,000

Total: 245,000