NEW PROFILE PIC!!! GHOST THANK YOU SO MUCH, LITERALLY COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER PERSON TO DO THIS❤️
Anyways this is my sona (persona that I use for online). Her name is Missy or Miss Anonymous.
Ghost is still open for commissions and they recently started a vgen for commissions but it’s still under construction so options are limited for the time being. They are also still taking commissions through DMs too on their instagram.
“Is it really you?” Scarlet’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Everything in her was screaming to hug the man before her. Instead she settled for just placing her hands on his cheeks.
Giles didn’t move, “I came to tell you goodbye.” The satyr took a step back causing Scarlet’s hands to fall back at her sides.
“What?” She asked in disbelief.
“Goodbye Scarlet.” She blinked back tears but it was futile. Giles turned and started walking. Her heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces.
“No!” She screamed. “No!” She grabbed him. He stopped.
“Scarlet please-“
“Please,” she begged, her hold on his arm tightened, “please.” Her voice was shattered and soft.
Giles sighed and finally, finally looked her in the eyes. Scarlet took him in. His blue eyes were dull and no longer held the mischief of years passed. His skin was paler than usual and his body was so thin and brittle. But most noticeable one of his horns was missing, cracked it seemed, judging by the jagged lines.
“What happened?”
Giles loosed a bitter laugh, “what didn’t happen?” Still he told her everything, his mother and her plan, the battles he fought in secret, all the lies he told not just to her but everyone. He cried and for the first time in his life he felt safe and relieved. No longer did he want to hide the truth and didn’t have to anymore. “I’m sorry Scar, I’m so sorry,” his voice broke with sobs, “you and Genesis deserved better-”
Scarlet cut him off, her kiss silencing him. Their first kiss, in all the years they knew each other neither had ever confessed their feelings. But now Scarlet felt emboldened. “I love you.” She said, “I have loved you for centuries and I will continue to. I do not care what you did, no, what you felt like you had to do. That was not your true self I know you-”
It was Giles turn to cut her off, “Scarlet I am not the man you fell in love with. Didn’t you hear me? Everything I did I did because I am a selfish man. I will not lie to you and say I did it to protect you or Genesis. I am done lying and pretending. I did what I did because I am a coward who could not face my own problems.”
“Do you love me?”
“Scarlet-“
“Do you love me?” She searched his eyes for an answer.
“Yes.” He said instantly. “I have loved you since we were little. All those centuries together only made it grow.”
“I fell in love with you once and I will do it again. You say you’re a different man now, fine. That doesn’t change how I feel. You can’t decide my opinion, only I can and I choose to love you. I will love you, in the past, the future, and the present. I will love you in this life and all the others that come after it. I will fall in love with you again and again.” Tears streamed down her face again.
Giles smiled, “I love you Scarlet Grimoire.” His hands cupped her cheeks as he looked into her eyes.
“And I love you, goat boy.”
He kissed her. All his love and happiness was poured into the kiss, every burning emotion he ever felt for her relayed in the single action.
When they broke the kiss he said, “oh come on Scar, you just had to kill the moment.”
“Oh hush.” She kissed him again.
Unbeknownst to the couple footsteps quickly made their way up the stairs and opened the door.
“My eyes!” Genesis said as a joke.
“Thanks for ruining the moment Mouse.” Giles rolled his eyes but he didn’t let go of Scarlet.
Genesis ran and wrapped their arms around the couple, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He hugged them, “but I’m here to stay now. I promise, I’ll be better. I’ll be good.”
“Enough crying. We’ve all been crying too much lately,” Scarlet said as she wiped Genes’s eyes.
Genesis pulled away from the hug, “what happened to your horn?”
“Long story,” Giles paused. Never again he said a few moments ago. It was time for the truth now. “I’ll tell you in a bit but first let’s go tell Mr. Reaper the good news.”
Scarlet raised brow.
“Don’t look so confused. Aren’t you going to marry me?”
“Aren’t you going to get down on one knee?”
“Touché. But not right now. I don’t have a ring just my words.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Scarlet said goading him.
“Just say yes!” Genesis groaned.
Scarlet chuckled, “yes, I will marry you Giles Vitus.”
“In personal opinion you should keep your last name. It’s a lot cooler than his.”
“Shut up you little brat!”
Genesis laughed as they ran away back down the stairs and out the door, Giles close behind them. Scarlet wasn’t far behind either.
“You’re going the wrong way! My father’s realm is the other way!” She called out to the two. She couldn’t help but laugh. It was over, the war won and peace once again brought back. Now it was time to finally stop fighting and enjoy life.
This was based after the song “Would You Fall In Love With Me Again” from Epic the musical. Once I heard it I knew it would be a Sciles song. It’s literally them after the war, more on that later.
Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone I love you all❤️
The next OC backstory should be posted by the end of this month. I will keep my goal of posting once a month, trust.
“Do you have everything?” Lilith asked Atlas as she checked her purse. This would be Atlas’ first time to the beach since they were a child and it would be the first time for them both as a couple.
“Yes,” Atlas responded in their monotone voice.
Even with their confirmation Lilith still went through her mental checklist over and over. Finally, after her thousandth time checking the two were ready to leave.
Once they arrived the couple quickly unpacked and went to change. When they came back to meet up Lilith felt like her heart was going to burst. Atlas’ swimsuit was in no way provocative or inappropriate but still the girl couldn’t help how fast her heart was beating.
Atlas’ swimsuit consisted of navy blue and white swim trunks that went to his knees and a matching shirt of the same pattern. Both articles blended together and seemed to form one singular suit. It wasn’t tight, hanging loose over the aasimar’s lithe muscles.
Lilith on the other hand wore a two piece swimsuit. It wasn’t revealing per say, it concealed enough. Like all of her clothes the swimsuit was the epitome of feminine. The pattern was baby pink and white gingham that was overlaid with mesh and frills, giving it a very demure look.
The tiefling couldn’t stop staring at her partner. She felt like a creep but part of her didn’t care. “You look pretty,” Atlas said.
She blushed, hard, “thank you and you look…..très chaud,” she said almost breathlessly.
“Chau? What does that mean, I’ve never heard you use that word before?” Atlas lifted a brow.
“It means handsome,” Lilith lied, turning to her bag, “did you put on sunscreen?” Was she trying to change the subject? Yes. Did it work? Also yes.
The wings on the side of the aasimar’s head bristled. ‘That would be a no.’ Lilith pulled sunscreen from her bag, the spray on kind, and shook it up. “Of course you didn’t. Don’t worry I brought the spray on one,” she said much to her disappointment.
“Hold your arms out.” Atlas obeyed and stood in anatomical position, making Lilith giggle. As she started applying the sunscreen to their pale skin her mind wandered. If only she had brought the lotion-
“Lilith?”
She snapped back to reality, “yes?”
“You've been spraying the same arm for 5 minutes.”
“That’s because you’re so pale you need extra coats. And time for it to set in,” she pointed at where the towel was set up, “you’re in time out, you know what you did.”
They didn’t argue, they knew she was just teasing them. They sat down on the towel crisscrossed, Lilith joining in after fetching her own sunscreen from her bag. Hers was specifically made for her dark obsession complexion and blended in smoothly without making her look like she was ready for the morgue.
“I don't actually know the answer, but can you swim?” Lilith said, applying the lotion to her arms.
“Yes, my mom taught me when I was younger. But I didn’t get to often.”
“Same, my brothers taught me but there’s not really any large masses of water in the nine rings,” she moved on to her torso and legs, “is the salt water okay for your wings?”
“Yeah, it’s better than chlorine. They’ll take forever to dry though,” the wings on Atlas’ back rustled at Lilith’s question. Every time she asked them about their sets of wings they always moved, as if they were listening to her and proud of her attention.
She reached out and ran a finger over one of the wings’ alulas. They immediately responded, faintly flapping away her hand. Lilith noticed a shiver run through Atlas.
“Cold?” She giggled. “Look at you, the 6 '3 paladin shivering during one of the hottest days of the year. You aasimars really are an anomaly.”
Atlas’ eyes cut to her, a pout marring their face, “that’s not why and you know it.” A flush coated their cheeks.
“Oh do I?”
Atlas rolled their eyes but there was no malice in it.
“You’re too easy to tease.” Lilith turned her back to Atlas, once again reaching into her bag for something. She jumped when she felt a poke on her back.
“You forgot your back,” they said. The tiefling did in fact forget to apply sunscreen to her back. But even if she remembered it wasn’t like she could reach anyways.
“Aw mon amour are you going to put it on for me?” She teased.
“Do you want me to?”
Gods above yes, she wanted to yell. Her imagination was running wild again and her overconsumption of romance movies was messing with her reality.
“I don’t mind. You helped me.”
Right, it was just repayment for a favor. “If it’s not a problem then please?” She asked as she turned her back towards them. Luckily her hair was already up and out of the way. It felt strangely intense having her partner touch her like this, as simple as the action was. For the first time in her life she was genuinely happy that her wings could retract into her back.
Atlas’ touch was rough from their calloused palms and yet the way they touched her was gentle and tender. “Finished.”
“Thank you,” she couldn’t face them. For some odd reason no matter how much she teased Atlas it was always Lilith who ended up the most flustered in the end.
She stood up, “let’s go swim,” Lilith walked to the edge of the water and slowly eased into the tide, Atlas trailing behind.
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After a while (barely 20 minutes) of swimming, the couple decided to indulge in other beach activities; tide pooling, building sandcastles, and much more.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“No.”
“But they’re completely extended, all four of them.”
Atlas’ wings fluttered slightly, “they won’t dry completely otherwise.” All of Atlas’ wings were extended to full span, including the ones on the side of their head.
“Why don’t you do that shimmy thingy that ducks do?”
“Because I’d knock someone over,” Atlas said matter of factly.
“Sounds like a new special attack,” Lilith thought for a moment, “is that why it takes you so long to shower? Because of your wings?”
They nodded in confirmation, “I either have to hold them out of the spray, which rarely works or just suffer the inevitable.”
By their tone Lilith guessed that 99.9% of the time they went with the latter. “I have an idea, let’s go home.”
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Once they arrived home they both settled into their night routine. However, since they ordered takeout Lilith bathed first instead of cooking dinner, taking extra care to completely wash the salt water out of her locs.
Atlas went second, taking the time to thoroughly purge the salt from their feathers, at Lilith’s request. Once they were finished getting dressed and drying their wings as best they could by themself they opened the bathroom door and let their girlfriend in as she requested.
She brought in a stool and set it down on the bathroom floor. Once Atlas was seated she got to work.
“Tell me if this hurts,” Lilith plugged in her hair dryer, put it on a low setting, and got to work.
“It’s fine. It feels like a breeze.”
Lilith spent a total of 25 minutes blow drying her partners wings and that was only the ones on their back.
“Almost there,” her arms were aching but she was determined. All that was left were the wings on Atlas’ head. When she turned the hair dryer on to them Atlas immediately recoiled, placing their hands over them.
“I’m so sorry,” Lilith immediately shut the appliance off, “did I hurt you?” She held their face in her hands, turning it to look for any sign of injury.
“It was too much; noise and the wings on my head are more sensitive than the ones on my back. It was too much.”
Lilith took in a breath. It was becoming more rare but sometimes Atlas did suffer from sensory issues. “Okay well they’re almost dry anyways, it’s okay. Let’s go to bed.”
The couple nestled themselves together under the covers, Atlas assuming their position curled up to Lilith with their head on her chest. “Don’t blame yourself. You did help me.”
“I know but I’m a cleric, my entire purpose is healing those whom I love.”
It wasn’t everyday that Atlas was the one cheering Lilith up, “thank you for drying my wings,” the ones on their head fluttered, “for going to the beach with me,” they sat up, “for being my girlfriend,” they kissed her.
Lilith smiled at them, “oh mon ange you’re too suave for your own good.”
They settled back down, resting against her chest. Lilith gently ran a finger down the margin of one of the wings on Atlas’ head. In response the aasimar yawned and closed their eyes.
“I’ll have to remember that trick and use it more often.”
Atlas didn’t respond, too far off in dreamland.
Lilith withdrew her hand and gently pressed a goodnight kiss where her finger was once touching them. Tired from her eventful day the tiefling finally succumbed to sleep.
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For those of you wondering, Lilith is French. For those of you also wondering, yes Lilith fangirls over her pookie, constantly.
Also in case you’re wondering here was the outfit inspo(I think I found them on Pinterest but I honestly can’t remember):
Lilith’s patron is Athena and she is a cleric of the knowledge domain. Personally I think it’s very ironic that her intelligence modifier is -1. Her wisdom is good though, she’s excellent at not letting you know she’s stupid.
This was a lovely character sheet commission that I got from @g4rdengh0st(if you’re wondering why I get so many commissions from them it’s because I’m their sugar mommy). Anyways go check out their instagram.
“We’re here, Bloodbane manor-“ Lilith was cut off by a pained cry from behind her. Atlas fell to their knees, their fingers clutched the dirt as they blinked away tears. The pain was intense, an acidic burning in their lungs from the air, their skin felt like it was being slowly roasted over a fire(rotisserie chicken)I’m sorry), their muscles were uncontrollably spasming, preventing them from moving.
Lilith rushed to them, immediately holding them to her as she recited healing spell after healing spell, praying and crying to Athena for her partner to be okay. There was another name she called out, one she had never before, “Dad!,” she cried. Her voice wrecked with sobs. “Please, help them, please.”
Abraxas appeared by his daughter’s side in an instant. He placed his hand on her shoulder and immediately they were in faerûn. “They’ll be okay now, I’ll help you heal them.”
Then on the flip side Atlas tried to show Lilith the astral plane but she wasn’t allowed in.
Hand in hand the couple stood in front of the deva, “this is Lilith”, Atlas said. She had already guessed that they told their father that they were dating, hence the informal introduction. She clutched her partner’s hand a bit tighter out of nervousness, “it’s nice to meet you,” she said.
Orion smirked, mischievously, “you really are as pretty as Atlas said,” the couple blushed, Atlas more so, “And polite too. They also said you are a cleric, so was their mom, how long have you two been together, how did you meet-,” the questions seemed to be never ending but Lilith did her best to answer them all, some much to Atlas’ embarrassment.
“You know every time I ask them about you they never answer my questions. I don’t know why.”
From the way Atlas’ head was down Lilith knew exactly why, they were flustered. It was cute and she couldn’t help but smile and squeeze their hand in reassurance.
“Dad,” Atlas said in a somewhat commanding tone.
“Right right, sorry kid, completely forgot,” Orion waved his hand and a portal appeared. It shimmered in the sunlight and looked as fragile as glass but inside it Lilith could see the astral plane in all its ethereal beauty. The word perfect was an understatement, but the best word she could think of.
“Let’s go,” Atlas grabbed her other hand and led her towards the portal. Orion went through first and walked a good amount to give the couple space.
Still holding her hands Atlas began walking backwards into the portal, keeping their eyes on Lilith the whole way. She watched as the portal seemed to swallow them up, encasing them in its shimmer as they walked through. But when the portal reached where their hands were intertwined Atlas stopped. They gently tugged on Lilith’s hands but nothing happened. Atlas let go of her and stepped in all the way and Lilith poked a finger at the portal. It didn’t budge, as if a solid wall stood between her and the other side. She placed an open palm on it and Atlas did the same, both of their hands ghosting over the other’s.
“I guess I’m not allowed in.”
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Okay mini story time, these aren’t actually OCs per se they’re me and @g4rdengh0st’s DnD characters. Ghost’s character Atlas(they/them) is an aasimar paladin and my character Lilith(she/her) is a tiefling cleric.
In our group’s campaign they aren’t together yet but they are end game.
If you’re wondering what they look like Ghost has drawings of them on their instagram.
Emerald Grite was born with gem green eyes that shone in the sunlight, straight platinum blonde hair that went down her entire back, and pale skin that was accentuated by rosy thin lips.
Her family consisted of her parents- a mother and father- an older brother and an older sister. Her older brother got married last year and moved out, starting his job at a detective agency. Her older sister was studying business to become a real estate agent. And then there was Emerald still in high school, still hating it. She hated the family business, not because it was boring or barely made any money but because she just knew it wasn’t for her. She wasn’t meant to build buildings, she sucked at math. She wasn’t meant to rent and sell properties, she didn’t have good enough people skills. And most of all she wasn’t meant to do the other side of the business.
Yes, her family worked in business in the human world, but in Otherworld they did much more. Not only did they do contracting, construction, and real estate but they also worked with the detective agency. The agency would come to them for certain missions where they needed a building to catch criminals in the act. And with the money the agency gave them how could they refuse plus they were contributing to the greater good. It was a win win.
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“You know you don’t have to walk me to the market every time Emerald.” Her sister said.
“You know why I have to Opal, you can’t trust anybody here especially at the far end of the market.” Emerald replied. When their brother still lived with them he would take Opal to the market, but now Emerald’s mom made her go. The market wasn’t a grocery store like you would think. Oh no it was a once a month thing where traders and merchants from all over Otherworld gathered to showcase and sell their rare goods. It was also a place where people got swindled, robbed and pickpocketed, beaten, kidnapped, and assaulted. Sometimes by a random wandering drunk or by someone or someones skilled in what they were doing.
Zircon, their older brother, used to take Opal every month. He stood at 6’5 and had an expression that could scare even the bravest of men. Emerald’s mom relied on the fear factor he gave to keep her daughter safe. Now that he was gone Emerald had to go, ‘safety in numbers’ her mother had said. If there was safety in numbers why did she also have to dress like a boy whenever they went? Couldn’t two earth magic wielders fight off a few people if they worked together, especially two who could combine their magic in synchronized attacks? Well in her mother’s opinion no they couldn’t, they were just two little girls wandering the slums and anything could happen to them because they were alone and unguarded.
Emerald hated it. She was 17 years old and her sister was 20, why did she need a babysitter? Why couldn’t their dad just go instead? Why did she have to dress like a boy?
‘She doesn’t need a babysitter I just want to make sure that she's safe.’
‘Your dad and I are busy working. We can't go with her everytime she wants to go.’
‘If people think a man is with her they won’t try anything.’
All the replies her mother said. Sure they were true, but that didn’t make Emerald any less agitated. She hated the market; it reeked of booze and mildew and some of the ‘rare’ goods sold by the clerks weren't even rare. It was probably something they picked off the ground, found in a trash can, or bought (stole) from someone else at a much cheaper price.
Emerald liked her sister, don't get her wrong, she was her sister afterall, she was obligated to. What she didn’t like was wearing a black dress suit -tie included- and carrying a bunch of bags, while her long hair now tied in a ponytail at the base of her neck clinged to her while she sweated in the summer’s sweltering heat.
Emerald didn’t know what the people around the market believed. If they truly thought she was a man then she was doing her job right. Emerald’s height didn’t surpass her sister’s but she was still pretty tall, everyone in her family was. And unlike most girls her age if she was not wearing an outfit that accentuated it, one could not tell she wasn’t a man especially when she bound her chest and wore a suit jacket with a vest under it.
The thing that aggravated Emerald even more than visiting the market was the fact that whenever her sister bought something she would hand it to her without thinking and then a clerk had to make a comment like ‘aw what a nice brother you have’ or ‘how gentlemanly of your brother’ and the ones she hated most of all ‘what a thoughtful husband you have’ or ‘your husband is very kind and handsome too.’ Being mistaken for her sister’s husband made her want to yell that she was in fact her sister. Not. A. Man.
Despite her anger she knew that she could never get out of it and that if she wasn’t there and something did in fact happen to her sister, she couldn’t even bear to think of that.
“Emerald, what do you think of this ring?” Her sister lifted it up and showed it to her. It was an emerald ring shaped in a teardrop and the band was rose gold and studded with mini diamonds.
“It’s nice.” Emerald replied not really caring. She just wanted her sister to be done so that they could finally go home.
“Oh that one is a beauty isn’t it? I made it this morning. It’s a 1 carat emerald on a rose gold band studded with miniature diamonds. I designed it to be sleek and dainty.” The clerk said with a kind smile. She looked nicer than all the other ones Emerald had seen, but that’s almost the same as saying ‘congratulations you’re better than a murderer.’ Still though, she seemed like a genuinely good person.
“How much is it?” Opal asked, still admiring it glistening in the sunlight.
The clerk turned and said something to the other person in the tent in a language Emerald couldn’t understand. The other person handed her a card scanner, and the clerk set it next to the coin register.
“It’s seven gold coins.” The clerk responded.
‘Seven gold coins?!?’ Emerald almost yelled, ‘For a dainty little thing like that, there was no way in hell.’ That was equivalent to seven hundred dollars. Otherworld currencies were different from the normal world. It works as follows (converted into US dollars).
1 gold coin= 100
1 silver coin= 50
1 copper coin= 20
1 bronze coin= 10
1 iron coin= 5
1 aluminum coin= 1
Emerald thought Opal had to be crazy. There was no way she would pay that especially for a fake ring. They had the same magic, surely her sister had to notice it too. Right?
Her sister stared down at the ring again, then looked back at the clerk. “I’ll take-” Emerald snatched the ring from her hand. “No you will not, it’s not even real rose gold, it's painted zinc and the ‘diamonds’ are just clear quartz. The only real thing is the emerald!” She snatched the ring out of her sister’s hand and slammed it back onto the clerk’s table.
Normally Emerald was at least a little bit better at controlling her anger but for some reason it wasn’t working today.
She bawled her hands into fists, her long nails digging into her palms, and took a deep breath and then let it go trying to calm herself. It worked, barely.
Emerald bowed at the waist. “I’m sorry. It’s a very pretty ring. But for it to be fake and have such a high price, we couldn’t afford to spend that much.” ‘Literally’ Emerald wanted to add but she didn’t. She stood back upright and looked at the clerk. She was smiling a genuine happy smile. She looked at Emerald with tears in her eyes and said, “It’s okay I forgive you. We all lose our temper at some time or other. But having the courage and humility to admit that you are wrong is what makes you a good person. So thank you.”
Emerald didn’t know what to say. The clerk grabbed a small bag and put the ring in it. “Here I want you to have it, free of charge.” She held the small bag out.
“I- we can’t accept it. Especially after how rude I was.”
“Nonsense young one, do you know how many people blow up at me from day to day complaining about the goods that I sell? That’s just the life of a merchant, you have to have tough skin. But you’re different from all those others, you apologized to me. You’re a kind person.” She smiled again.
Emerald reluctantly took the bag. And her and Opal left.
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Emerald and Opal arrived at their parents' home. Their mother greeted them when they walked in.
“Hi, how was the market today? Did you get anything good?”
Emerald placed the bags on the kitchen table and left for her room. She had had enough of people for the day. She really didn’t want to be there when her sister recounted what transpired at the market, putting emphasis on how Emerald lost her temper again. She’d probably add in some embellishments (lies) of how Emerald got so mad this time that she had punched out one of the clerks.
Emerald collapsed onto her bed and would have taken a nap if Opal hadn’t barged into her room.
“EMERALD!”
“WHAT?” Emerald screamed, throwing a pillow at her sister.
“This is for you.” She placed the bag with the ring in it on Emerald’s nightstand. “And mom wants to see you, right now.” Opal walked to leave but then grabbed the pillow Emerald threw at her and threw it back hitting her younger sister right in the face. Then she finally left.
Emerald fought the urge to go after her but she remembered that her mother wanted to see her and if her mother hated anything, it was being kept waiting.
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Go to the detective agency her mother said, it will only take a second she said, it’s important. Emerald had been waiting in the lobby of the detective agency for almost an hour and she was getting ready to cut her losses and walk out. Her mother sent her to deliver the agreement for one of their apartments they wanted to use to catch some thief. Why her mother couldn’t just deliver them herself she didn’t know, she didn’t know why Opal couldn’t either, but her mother insisted she do it. Emerald didn’t even get to change out of her suit, luckily though the agency was cold inside. A little too cold like they were trying to either freeze any bacteria that could infect evidence or just freeze the evidence in time. The agency also smelled sterile like it had been washed with industrial grade bleach, scrubbed with 100% rubbing alcohol, and then lightly spritzed with Clorox. Just by walking inside Emerald felt like she hadn’t showered in years.
Tired of waiting Emerald went to the elevator and pressed a button for the chief’s floor. If she waltzed in there it wasn’t like anyone would stop her they all knew who she was they all saw her before, they’ve all talked to her and her family. Heck sometimes the chief would go to her house and have a congratulatory lunch with her parents.
Emerald stepped off the 5th floor and walked down the hall to the chief’s office. She knocked and didn’t hear an answer. Tired of waiting anymore she just opened the door. Sitting at his desk was the chief and standing in front of his desk was a guy she had never seen before.
“Oh one of the Grite children, it’s nice to see you. Though I would appreciate it if next time you don’t just walk into my office unannounced.” Chief Detective Montgomery Prescott said. He didn’t seem angry, at least not by his tone. It was hard to tell by his face, he had a look that never gave anything away.
His face was covered in wrinkles, he’d probably been the chief detective for a century judging by that alone. He had a mustache just like every other stereotypical law enforcement worker and his hair was starting to gray on the sides.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you. But my father signed the papers that you needed. I came to deliver them.” Emerald said. The other man in the room turned and looked at her as she walked to Chief Prescott’s desk. When Emerald looked at him she felt something searing in her gut. The guy looked to be her age, he was tall and handsome. He looked perfect. From his gelled back black hair, to his faultless lightly tanned skin, to his calculating silvery grey eyes, to his crisp suit and tie, to his shiny black shoes. He looked like the guy every man wanted to be, the guy every girl wished she had. He looked perfect and it annoyed Emerald. Something about him got on her nerves but she couldn’t place it. She’d never even seen him before and already she could tell there was something wrong with him.
Emerald handed the folder to Chief Prescott. He took it with a thank you. He set it down on his desk and stood up. He gestured a hand to the man standing next to Emerald. “This is a new recruit that we’ve taken on. He’s only 17 right now, but he’s shown to be very promising, he's the one doing the new case.”
The new recruit in question removed his glove and reached out his hand. “My name is Charles Sage. Nice to meet you.” He replied. ‘Wow even his voice, teeth, and manners are perfect.’ Emerald wanted to punch him in the face and make him just a little less perfect.
She shook his hand and said, “pleasure.” Charles didn’t smile instead he just had a straight face the entire time. It was weirdly unsettling.
Chief Prescott sat back down at his desk and handed the folder to Charles, but before he could leave Emerald asked him a question. “What case are you working and why are you doing it alone?” She wasn’t trying to be nosy, she was actually curious.
“A case on the market that comes to town once a month. I want to make it safer for people to go and there have been reports of people getting robbed and kidnapped. However instead of by some idiot drunk it’s actually by a group of people. I suspect some of the shopkeepers are in on it. As for why I’m working alone, I work better that way. Having a partner or partners complicates things.” His answer held a finality to it.
“Doesn’t working with someone else make the jobs easier? Because then you can divide work and it’s not as much on one person.”
“That’s only if both partners work together well and are both responsible for their own jobs. I prefer to do everything by myself that way I know for sure that it is done correctly and efficiently.” He said his tone still having that finality to it. “If that is all. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Grite but I do have work to attend to. Good day.” Then he left.
Emerald was stunned he may look like the perfect man but he sure wasn’t. What surprised her the most though he called her ‘Miss Grite’ she was prepared for him to refer to her as ‘he’ or ‘Mister’ or by her brother Zircon’s name. She was ready to correct him if he did, but he didn’t, he knew.
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Emerald couldn’t take this for the rest of the week. It was only Tuesday and her sister still wanted to go to the market. In fact Opal wanted to go every day. Emerald might bash her skull in if it came to that.
“We haven't gone to this side of the market yet.”
‘Yes we have, twice.’ Emerald wanted to say that but instead she shut her mouth and continued walking. They stopped at stall after stall until Emerald hit something. Actually, someone.
Emerald took a step back and looked up and as if her day couldn’t get worse. Standing before her was Mister Perfect himself. Emerald was going to ignore him and continue walking but Opal had other plans.
“I’m so sorry about that Sir-.” Opal froze when she looked at him. Her cheeks turned red and she forgot what she was saying. ‘O joy’ Emerald thought ‘Now I get to watch her flirt.’ She was going to walk away again but her sister looped her arm through hers.
“It’s okay.” Charles said to Opal. “It’s good to see you again Miss Grite. This is your sister I presume, Opal.”
“Yes I am, how did you know that?”
“I met your sister yesterday when she dropped off the documents at the agency.”
“Oh you’re the new recruit our mother was talking about, Charles….-”
“Sage.”
“Yes that was it, are you still coming over after the case is solved, for a victory meal?” Opal asked. That was news to Emerald.
“Why are you here?” Emerald asked.
“Research.” Charles replied. “I’ve never been here. I need both the layout and to acquaint myself with the vendors, patrons, and the merchandise.”
“Well then we’ll be seeing you-”
Opal yanked Emerald’s arm. “Why don’t you come with us?” Emerald snapped her head towards her. “We’ve been coming here for years, we know the layout and people pretty well.”
That was it. Emerald snapped.
“No! I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need our help. Besides, we'd only slow him down. He works alone.” Emerald said, quoting him. She didn’t wait for a response; she yanked her arm away from her sister and walked, to where? She had no clue, she just went.
Emerald was almost at the exit when she heard a scream and gunshots.
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Emerald ran full force back into the market looking for her sister. She couldn’t see her from the sea of people trying to escape. It was impossible but maybe she could ‘see’ her in a different way. Emerald squatted down to the ground and put her hands on the dirt pathway and then closed her eyes. She concentrated and used her powers in her head. She could see it, a mass of people running away shopkeepers trying to pack up their most valuable items and profits and get away. Emerald concentrated harder. She went deeper into the market, there was a woman standing still almost as if she were frozen- Opal- and next to her was a man- Charles Sage- she took off into the market looking for her sister.
When she reached her sister she saw why Opal was frozen standing before them was a woman-the clerk from yesterday- her body was bleeding on the ground and next to her written in red was ‘The Dark Lord Will Return.’
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“I want to join you on the case.” Charles looked up from his reports.
“And why do you want to do that?”
“Because I knew that clerk who was killed. She gave me this.” Emerald showed him the ring. He tilted his head to look at it over his glasses.
“It’s pretty. Mostly fake though. And fine if you must. I know that you won’t take no for an answer.”
“Now listen here you- wait what?”
“I said that I accept your offer. I think your powers of earth magic will come in handy when the time calls for it.”
“How do you know what powers I have?” Emerald asked a little creeped out. Sure, he could know because everyone else in her family did too but it seemed much more different than that.
“Because that is my magic power, Analysis. If I experience something with one of my five senses then I will be fed information on it. It has drawbacks though if I see a photo of something I can only get information on the photo itself not the object in the photo. It’s why I knew that you were in fact a woman when we first met, by shaking your hand I learned that about you and I learned about your powers along with other things.” Charles explained his eyes were still glued to the reports.
“Sounds fun, you can literally know everything about anyone or anything.You're an encyclopedia.” Emerald joked sarcastically.
Charles didn’t laugh at the joke, instead he explained “it’s a useful power to have but it is taxing sometimes. It’s involuntary. I have to wear special gloves and glasses most days, sometimes even earplugs to filter out my powers. If not I get terrible headaches or nosebleeds and I have passed out on occasion.”
“Is that why you don’t have a partner, because working with someone else would interfere with your powers?” Emerald asked. Emerald doubted that’s how it worked but she still wondered.
“No, that is for a different reason. Which I do not feel comfortable explaining at the moment. Is there anything else you would like to know about me seeing as I know so much about you?”
“Your voice, where are you from, England?” Emerald asked.
“No, I am from the United Kingdom but I’m actually from Wales.”
“Oh.” Emerald had no clue where that was. “Well what’s the first order of business? I’m sure that with your powers you already have a lead.”
“I do in fact. Tomorrow we meet at your family’s hotel down from the market.”
“Why there?”
“I’ll explain tomorrow.”
“Alright then Chuckles. See you tomorrow.” And with that she left the detective agency.
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When they arrived at the hotel Charles filled Emerald in on how he tracked the culprit to a room inside the hotel. How they were going to peacefully capture him and his comrades. Everything was planned down to the very last detail. So how did this happen? How did everything go so wrong?
Emerald and Charles entered the hotel inside were stolen trinkets from the market-potions, jewelry, and some things Emerald had never seen- money both stolen and counterfeit, and a spell book that looked very old and very dangerous.
Before they could do anything Charles was attacked from behind. A gun came down and cracked him in the head, rendering him unconscious. There was only one man standing before Emerald, she could get away but how could she do that and get Charles?
“Don’t move and I’ll let you get away. This is man’s work, and I don’t fancy hurting women, especially one as pretty as you.”
Emerald made a disgusted face. ‘Think Emerald, think of something.’ Emerald closed her eyes and imagined the marble floor of the hotel climbing up the man’s legs and pulling him down. Suddenly to the attackers horror two hands of stone came from the ground and grabbed him at the ankles and began to pull him down into the earth. In his shock and horror the man desperately tried to escape flailing around and accidentally hitting his head on the dresser. Emerald stopped using her powers; there was no point in wasting them on someone who wasn’t a threat anymore.
Emerald went to the bed and snatched up the spell book and she picked up Charles as best she could and carried him on her back. She took him to another room and laid him down on the bed and hid the spell book under it.
She raced down the stairs and into the lobby. There was nobody there. She kept running for the door but then she was grabbed and pinned down by two men. One held her face down by her arm on each side.
“This will teach you not to interfere.” A third man said. Emerald felt something sharp and cold prick her skin at the base of her neck. Then it began to hurt more as it slithered all the way down the length of her spine. The third man had taken a knife and dragged it down her back deep enough to leave a mark; probably hoping to scare her. But shallow enough that it didn’t injure her spine indefinitely.
Her back stung with the exposed wound she could feel her vision fading with the loss of blood and the pain. But she fought against it; she summoned a piece of her strength and the diamond chandelier in the lobby began to shake. Diamond after diamond fell to the floor scattered about the lobby. Once the final piece fell they all got a mind of their own, they began bouncing from place to place. From wall to wall, floor to ceiling off objects; making miniature projectiles. The glass windows shattered, the furniture was torn, the wallpaper was shredded, and the flooring was scratched. It was like a hoard of sharp deadly bouncy balls were attacking. The men were cut by the diamonds and luckily tried to escape leaving Emerald alone.
Emerald crawled to the nearest wall and used it as a support to stand up. With her back turned away from them she didn’t notice the gun pointed in her direction.
A loud ‘boom’ echoed in the lobby.
But Emerald did not feel pain. Well except for the searing one in her sliced back.
She turned slowly and on the ground and in front of her she saw Charles, face contorted in pain laying on the floor. His right hand clutched his stomach. His left still holding onto the book.
Something in Emerald snapped. She saw red. The diamonds stopped their assault on the criminals and fell to the ground. Emerald lifted her hands and this time instead of just two hands an entire body emerged from the ground. A giant stone golem that almost reached the ceiling appeared. It charged at the men.
They were powerless against it, it made quick work of them before they could do anything. One of the men managed to escape, but luckily the officers at the detective had just arrived and were able to catch him. The men were detained outside and Emerald mustered the last of her strength and went back to Charles.
She rested his head on her lap and spoke. “Why would you do that? You’re such an idiot Chuckles.” Emerald said with tears in her eyes. She didn’t exactly know why she was crying.
Charles turned so that he was facing her some more. “Because I wanted to save you…….” His voice was hoarse and barely there. “Izzy.” And then he closed his eyes.
Paramedics rushed in and took both of them to the hospital. They were there for two weeks.
The slice on Emerald’s back was deeper than the adrenaline let her believe. In the aftermath Emerald had to have two rods placed next to her spine in order to prevent future issues and she could no longer put excessive pressure on her back either. The rods would continuously send pulses to her spinal nerves allowing her to move. Without them there was a chance that she wouldn’t be able to walk.
Charles now had to wear a back brace and be in a wheelchair. He could still walk and run, his legs weren’t the problem. But the bullet had gone through his abdomen and out through his back giving him some minor injuries that could be corrected if he used his brace regularly and didn’t walk or excessively move his back for a few months. The blow to his head cracked his skull and had to be stitched up, luckily he only had a minor concussion and was only out for three days.
“They told me that you had just woken up.”
Charles turned his head towards her. He was still wearing his back brace and his head was still bandaged, but by the looks of it at least the bleeding had finally stopped plus he was awake now. And that’s all that mattered to Emerald.
“I’m sorry I’m in such a poor state, Miss Grite.” There was that proper voice that she missed so much.
She smiled “It’s okay I have no room to talk Chuckles.” She really didn't; she was just as bandaged as he was although it wasn’t visible.
“Why do you call me that?”
“What Chuckles? Because it’s a nickname for Charles and because it’s the complete opposite of your serious personality. It’s ironic.” Then she chuckled and Charles smiled at that. It was the nicest sound he heard in a long time.
“Right now I’m so drugged up that I feel like chuckling.” He said.
Emerald giggled at that. Then Charles' face turned serious again. “What happened after they were apprehended?”
“Chief Prescott arrested the four men and took the book, he said he was going to give it to a friend of his who specializes in ancient artifacts or something. I don’t really know.”
Charles looked like he knew exactly who the chief was talking about. He sat up in the bed and winced with the effort. But he powered through and sat so that his feet were off the side of the bed and that he was facing Emerald dead on.
“I have something important to tell you about the mission. Chief Prescott tried to assign me a partner but I wouldn’t hear of it. I fought against him and he gave in. That mission was important to me because I used to go to that market all the time. With my older sister, Izabella.” Tears started to prick at his eyes. “She would take me with her when we were younger. We had so much fun there.” A sad smile appeared on his face. “She passed away last year. She was shot during a mission. She took a bullet for me. Literally.” He let out a humorous laugh. “Izzy was my partner. We joined the detective academy together and we worked alongside each other. I just couldn’t accept Chief Prescott giving me another partner especially to work on a case that involved somewhere that shared so many memories with my old one. And then when you asked to join me I agreed because I saw how like me and Izzy you and your sister shared memories over that market too. I wanted to help you preserve what I couldn’t. That’s why I took that bullet for you, I didn’t want a repeat of last time. I wanted to make things right. I wanted to save something.” Tears began to pour from his eyes.
Emerald rushed up and hugged him. Hurting both of them in the process, but it was the thought that counted.
“You didn’t have to make anything right. I’m sure Izabella is proud of you. I know that I am. And now other families can go to the market and feel safer knowing that a threat is gone.” He wiped his tears and smiled.
“Thank you Emerald.” She smiled back. That was the first time she ever heard him use her first name. It made her happy.
Emerald fought against the pain, closed her eyes, leaned down, and kissed him.
And they both knew that it was just the beginning.
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New character drop time(I have so many characters to introduce it’s not even funny).
This has been sitting in drafts for months so if it’s bad, no it’s not.
“Well that was uncalled for-OW!” Giles jumped and grabbed his leg as he yelped in pain.
Scarlet stuck her tongue out at him. She couldn’t believe she had to stand in the middle of her living room like this for ten minutes.
“Scarlet! Bad, apologize that’s no way to behave. Especially towards your friend.” Scarlet looked at her father with a sad expression. It really did hurt her that she disappointed him, however she wasn’t entirely sure that she felt bad for Giles.
Still she apologized anyway, “I’m sorry.” Sure she only said it because her father told her to, but she was truly sorry for kicking him, she did mean the apology. That said she also meant the kick.
“Apology accepted.” It took everything in Scarlet not to kick him again at his smug look.
She took a deep sigh, it was only for a few minutes, she could put up with it. All she had to do was stand with Giles in a comically large shirt for a few minutes, she’d been with him in worse places before, like that goblin cave. She shuddered at the thought.
“Cold?”
Scarlet cut her eyes to him, “let me warm you up.” Giles made to wrap his arms around her all the while puckering his lips and slowly getting closer to her. Scarlet knew that he wouldn’t actually kiss her. She also knew that the second she told him to stop he would instantly do it. He respected her and she knew that.
Scarlet burst into a fit of laughter, much to the satyr’s dismay. “Hey come on! I was trying to be suave and woo you, don’t laugh at me,” he pouted.
“So Scarlet has always beaten you in fights?” Genesis asked. They were sitting on the couch next to Scarlet, looking at the photo album sat in her lap.
Giles rolled his eyes, “No.” He said with mock annoyance.
“So you’ve always failed to flirt with her?”
“No!”
Scarlet burst into a fit of laughter. Giles glared at her, “I’m sorry but they do have a point.”
“No. I never failed I just struggled. There’s a difference.” Giles said with confidence.
Genesis and Scarlet glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes, but remained silent.
“Anyways let’s not forget how I was wrongfully abused that day.” Giles said dramatically, “Scarlet gave me a bruise Mouse. A bruise!”
“You can’t possibly be mad about that, it happened centuries ago.” Scarlet scoffed.
“I’m not it’s just fun to complain about it.” Giles shrugged.
Scarlet gave him an unimpressed look, which only caused the satyr to don a cheeky grin. Genesis picked up the photo album and began looking through it for themself. “Woah what happened here?” They asked as they pointed to a particular photo.
“Oh ho ho well you see Scarlet here-“
She was on him in an instant, “one more word and a bruise will be the least of your problems.” She said as she removed her hand from covering Giles’ mouth.
He pouted, “fine but you’re no fun. That’s a great story.”
“It’s an embarrassing story.”
“That’s what makes it great.” Genesis chimed in. “Come on, please Scarlet?”
I’m alive guys I swear. I’m just getting back from my first semester break (I’m a freshman in college) so I’m still trying to get back in the habit of doing things and not sleeping all day😂.
Anyways I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and will have a wonderful 2025.
My resolution is to post more often. The aim is once a month but we’ll see because again I am in college.
“Why do I need a history lesson? I've been studying here for a year now. You and Scarlet have taught me everything about the history of Otherworld.” Genesis asked, they’d been up since the sun was and they weren’t particularly happy about it especially since it was their day off. After spending a year in the custody of their eccentric teacher, Genesis knew he had a flair for weird and flashy things, but this was too far.
“Yes, that’s true but there is a history that you do not know-“
“The history of you?” Genesis drawled sarcastically. Giles turned around pouting.
‘Oh so it was that.’
“The history of me and Scarlet actually.” Giles finished his sentence by folding his arms and making a ‘hmph’ sound. Genesis rolled their eyes.
“I thought there was no story of you two. You tried for centuries to woo her, she resisted and here you are, still trying and testing her patience.” And mine Genesis wanted to add, but didn’t.
“The story of how we met and how our parents made us. Not the story of our relationship.” He was still pouting.
Genesis raised their hand, “Usually when schools teach about reproduction they just say; don’t do it.”
Giles gave them a humorless glare. “Not like that! I meant how they used their magic to turn us into living beings. And how Scar and I met each other.” He had a triumphant smug look on his face when he finished.
Genesis was still bored.
“It started centuries ago,” Giles started. “Life and Death made a deal-”
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The oldest being is the Great Creator. Through him everything in our world was made. He helped us in the Great War. Over the centuries He has split into multiple gods each one with a specific power and domain to rule over. The oldest of these being life and death.
Life takes the form of a beautiful woman, while Death takes the form of a skeleton in a dark wispy cloak. They have been friends for eons working in tandem with each other. Where there is life there will be death and where there is death there once was life.
Life is renowned and considered to be perfect in every sense of the word. She is beautiful and kind. Her most loyal followers are mostly comprised of the Druids.
Druid teachings, depending on which tribe, are strict and harsh. The littlest misstep of a Druid could mean excommunication or even the death penalty. Their most worshiped deity besides the Great Creator is Life herself. She was known for giving every single person in the world a soul, and why wouldn’t she be worshiped for that? Everyone who was alive had her to thank for that. Without her creating them they would not exist.
Vise versa to Life, Death was cursed and insulted. The few tribes who did regard him as important were vastly outnumbered by those who didn’t. Who would celebrate Death and his doings? Death is what takes away people’s loved ones every day of every year. The only thing Death was capable of was bringing sorrow and pain.
Death despised his job, he couldn’t fathom how anyone would think otherwise of him. He hated collecting souls. His least favorite was when he had to take the soul of a child. It seemed to increase every year, more and more murders, abductions, and suicides. And the kids who died only seemed to be getting younger and younger. It saddened Death to take them to the Underworld. Most of them were too young to comprehend what had happened to them. It wasn’t fair to the kids who suffered so much in their life just to end up dead.
Death had a wish, he wished for a kid of his own, to nurture and protect. A kid who would live life for those who did not get a chance to. He asked his oldest friend and confidant for a favor and she obliged, wanting to help her friend during his toughest time.
Life used her powers to make a baby girl and from Death she asked for one thing to finish her. Death gave Life a piece of his bone marrow, which was used to finish the baby. The bone marrow was what caused her strange appearance and her powers. It made her truly related to her father.
She was born with ruby red eyes and the purest white hair ever seen.
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“Wait hold up, Scarlet was born with white hair?” Genesis asked.
“Yeah, did you really think that her hair was naturally split-dyed?” Giles raised an eyebrow.
“Well over the past year I’ve seen how people from other races have different characteristics to humans, like abnormal eye and hair colors. That said, even some humans with magical powers have the same.”
“So, yeah you did.”
“Yeah.”
“Stupid.”
“Shut up!”
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The skin on her hands and feet were transparent and revealed bone, making them look like X-rays. Her skin got more opaque as it got closer to her knees and elbows. Once it reached there it looked like normal skin however it was deathly pale and shimmered with a pearlescent sheen.
The little girl did not age quickly like a normal human child would. She was not human after all, nobody knew what she really was. She wasn’t human, her dad was a god but she herself didn’t have godly blood. Her father took the form of a skeleton, and she looked like part of one, maybe that was what she was? But she still looked human for the most part. She was just her.
She asked her father once what she was and he replied with, “You are my beloved daughter, Scarlet.”
“That’s not what I’m asking,” Scarlet complained “I want to know what I am not who I am.”
Her father chuckled. He knelt down so that he was eye level with his young daughter. He cupped her face, “You are a gift. The greatest one I ever received.” He kissed her forehead, stood, and went back to work.
Work, work, and even more work, Scarlet’s father was always working. He never slept, ate, or even took a break. He was not a mortal being that required it, but that didn’t diminish Scarlet’s worry for her father. Even being a god she worried that he would one day work himself to death. That was an interesting thought, the Grimm Reaper himself working so hard that he died. Would he capture his own soul, would there be a new Lord of death to replace him, would the Great Creator or Life simply revive him? Scarlet hoped she would never get the answer to her question.
Scarlet watched her dad as he worked studying what he did, how he did his job. Over the centuries Scarlet’s powers manifested themselves. She had the same dominion over the dead that her father did, and with time and training she could be just as powerful as her father. That was the plan at least, she wanted to take her father’s place, she wanted to give him a break.
One time when Scarlet asked he had let her do his job for one full minute. In that minute Scarlet’s head was simultaneously flooded with information from both Otherworld and the normal world. People dying, people who will die soon, souls that needed collecting, restless spirits hoping for rebirth, corrupted souls needing exorcism, wandering ghosts in both worlds, live feed from every cemetery and burial site, newly deads needing judgment, and so much more. The information updated every second, every second billions and billions of things flooded Scarlet’s brain. She couldn’t keep up, she got a headache so bad that she couldn’t even open her eyes. Her eardrums popped, she started trembling, her brain felt like it was being torn in half like a sheet of paper, her bones burned under her skin. Scarlet felt like she was going to die.
Then it stopped. Her father took his place at his desk once more. He took the burden from her, even though it was meant to be the other way around. Her father burst out laughing and tears of anger and frustration welled in Scarlet’s eyes as she wiped away the thin trail of blood from her nose. She was embarrassed, upset, and her head really really hurt.
Tears streamed from Scarlet’s eyes, she was in so much pain the fact that she hadn’t blacked out from it would have amazed her if she still wasn’t feeling the after effects. Her father held her until she stopped crying, whispering to her how much he loved her and how proud of her he was. But she couldn’t be proud of herself. All she wanted to do was help her father and she couldn’t even manage that. In her mind it didn’t matter that he was proud of her, she still failed. Scarlet didn’t cry just because of the pain, but from the realization that she was miles away from her goal.
After that day Scarlet practiced her magic more and more. Her aptitude grew and grew. Her magic might never be exactly as powerful as her father’s but it would still be a force to be reckoned with, a close second, and to Life that was something that did not go unnoticed.
For centuries Life watched Death and his daughter. She saw everything, how happy they were, how content. She wanted it. Life wanted a child of her own, one who could be better than Scarlet, one who would succeed where she failed, take over her job, and become her predecessor.
Therefore Life created Giles. Giles was made from the blood of Life and the body of her most faithful and devoted follower.
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“So your mom made you to be Scarlet, but better?” Genesis asked, a little confused. It was hard to believe. Giles and Scarlet were polar opposites, that’s why they worked together so well. Scarlet’s seriousness was balanced with Giles’s goofiness. Giles’s craziness was balanced with Scarlet’s calmness. Together they worked because they made up for what the other lacked.
“Yep dear old mom wanted a kid so she could pass down her ‘legacy’,” Giles sounded bitter. “I was made centuries after Scarlet was. We only look the same age because I was made to.”
“Scarlet’s older than you? I never would have guessed.”
“She’s older than me by centuries. My mom didn’t make me a baby like she did to Scarlet. Scarlet already looked like a late elementary schooler or early middle schooler when I was born. And you can’t really have a newborn compete with a preteen.”
The last sentence sounded like a joke, but Genesis could hear the seriousness in it. Genesis felt like they understood so much more now and yet nothing at all.
“In making me the opposite to her, my mom failed. Scarlet is serious and actually has a drive to do her father’s job. Likewise Scarlet actually loves her father. I hate my mother,” Giles said so matter-of-factly that Genesis winced.
Genesis viewed Giles as an older brother and spending a year in his custody, they learned how to read him well. They never met his mother, the goddess of life, they didn’t ask to meet her either. Everyone else always made her sound like the perfect woman and mother, but who knows the story better than her own son?
Genesis remembered Scarlet asking Giles about his mother once. Scarlet asked if he would ever let his mother meet Genesis or help them with their powers. All Scarlet was met with was a protective ‘no.’ Giles didn’t want his mom and Genesis meeting that was made abundantly clear.
After listening to the whole story Genesis understood a little more now. Giles resented his mom for not loving him even though he was her child. Instead Life only made him in order to pursue her selfish desire. She made him for one purpose and when he didn’t fulfill it she cast him aside. Giles did the same. They’re relationship seemed irreparable.
Giles clapped his hands together. “Anyways, enough about my family drama and onto more important matters. The Druids-”
“Giles, if you want to talk about it, her. I’d be happy to listen.” Genesis tried to reach out to him. But Giles closed himself off.
Giles gave a sad smile, “I appreciate it Mouse, I really do, you’re a kind kid. But there’s nothing to talk about that I haven’t already. Bottom line, despite popular belief to the contrary my mom is not a good person. Now on with the lesson.”
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The druids are one of the most prominent religions of Otherworld. Druids are mostly nomadic and travel the world healing the sick. They spread the word of the goddess of life and how she brought life to all around them, every person young and old.
Druid society is made up of the followers: those who joined the religion without any prior connection to it, the priests and priestesses: those whose families have a long history of druids and have never once left the religion, and the Druid council: comprised of the oldest members of each Druid tribe.
Anybody can join the Druids; species does not matter. But Druids have strict teachings and follow archaic rules and the littlest misstep can cause banishment from the tribe. The leader of each tribe is the direct contact with the goddess herself, other Druids can pray and worship her and are encouraged (required) to do so but the only one who can directly talk to her is an Archdruid.
When a new follower joins a tribe they must first pledge their allegiance, this is done in a myriad of ways depending on the tribe. However the most common is a sacrifice of blood.
Because followers do not have close ties to the religion they are not allowed to become priests or priestesses. Priests and priestesses are given powers beyond the typical knowledge of plants and healing that ordinary Druids possess. Priests have the power of truth; they can see a person’s character and intentions with a single glance, if they were to lie their fib would be made known to the Druid. Priestesses have the power of foresight and prophecy: allowing them to be able to see glimpses into the future.
Gender plays a huge role in position for the Druids. Only males can be priests and only females can be priestesses. Males in Druidism are leaders and if they take a wife he is expected to care for and become the sole provider for her and their children. Females in Druidism are expected to get married and bear children, because their husbands are the providers of the house; women are not permitted to work unless absolutely necessary.
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A knock sounded on the door to Giles’s cottage. Scarlet walked in with Nevermore, her pet raven, perched on her shoulder. “Good afternoon you two,” Scarlet said in greeting. “What are you up to this early? Usually you both are still in your rooms past sunset.”
“For your information Scarlet I was teaching an important lesson to Genesis,” Giles pointed to them to emphasize his point.
Genesis looked up from where they were drawing in their sketchbook. “Yes I can see that,” Scarlet said, smirking at Giles. “Genesis seems to be paying very close attention.”
Giles grumbled, Genesis sprang up from the couch and ran to hug Scarlet. “You’re supposed to be on my side, you little brat.”
Genesis stuck their tongue out at him. “You wanted me to be here. You said that you were going to tell them how we met for the first time, and you wanted my side of the story.”
“I am and I do.”
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As a kid Giles spent most of his time in his room. He didn’t leave unless absolutely necessary. It was his safe place away from everything and everyone. He could go in there and sleep and be drifted off into the abyssal numb happiness of dreamland. Things were more happy in fantasy than they were in real life, everything felt easier.
Giles lived with his mother although he rarely saw her. It felt like he was alone, like he had no family in the first place. Honestly he would have liked that more, all his mom ever did was berate him and yell. He wondered why she wanted a kid so much in the first place considering how incapable of loving someone she was.
Giles was always told that he had to be better, he had to be perfect. It didn’t make any sense he was made for some fucked up plan his mom made for some pointless grudge that she created. The other party didn’t even know she was ‘fighting’ against them. What was the point in Giles trying if he was going against someone he did not know, who did not know him, and certainly didn’t want to compete against him anymore than he did them.
He could never understand his mother. She made no sense. All she did was prattle on and on about Death’s daughter, she refused to even say the girl’s name, like doing so would be poison on her tongue. She complained about her every day, how much Death loved the girl and how good of a child she was. She told Giles every day that she wished he were like her. Maybe that was why they were meeting each other now. Was this his mom’s attempt at giving him a friend or a good influence? He didn’t know, but he did know that looking at the girl before him, he realized something.
She looked to be the same age as him. She was hiding behind her dad. Giles let go of his mother’s hand and walked towards the girl. He extended his hand, “Hello my name is Giles. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s okay Scarlet, go on.” The girl, Scarlet, slowly walked out from behind her father. Giles could see her fully now, she looked…. strange. She reached her hand towards his, Giles tried not to stare, but it was hard. Scarlet looked a lot like a Halloween decoration.
“What?,” the girl squeaked and pulled her hand back. She didn’t hide behind her father again, which was good.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that I’ve never seen anyone like you before.” Giles took a step closer to her. She didn’t move back.
“I’ve never seen anyone like you either. What are you?” Scarlet asked in a quiet voice.
“I’m Giles Vitus, son to the goddess of life and I’m a satyr,” He said pointing to his goat legs. “Although unlike other satyrs my fur is white instead of brown.” He chuckled.
Scarlet chuckled too, her red eyes met his blue ones “I’m Scarlet Grimoire, daughter to the god of death, and,” she paused for a moment, “I’m afraid I don’t know what I am.” She looked down in embarrassment.
“Well I know for certain that you are way cooler than a Halloween decoration.” She laughed again.
Life made an over exaggerated yawn. Everyone’s attention fell to her. “Oh excuse me,” She knelt down to be eye level with Scarlet, “but your father and I have important business to attend to.” Life grabbed Death by the arm and began to pull him away.
“What about the kids?” He said looking back at them as he was dragged away.
“They’ll be fine,” Life replied, waving off his concern.
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“W-What are you doing,” Scarlet asked. Her father had never left her alone like this. It was a little unnerving. Her father left with his friend and she also left her child behind, a boy who looked the same age as her, and now said boy was repeatedly walking around her in circles looking her up and down.
Scarlet pulled the hood of her cloak over her face, closed the front around her body, dropped to the ground, and curled into a ball. “Now you look like a strawberry,” Giles said, poking the part of her cloak’s hood that was sticking up in a point.
Giles sat down in front of her with his legs crossed, “I was just trying to get a good look at you, but you’ve completely hidden yourself, why?” Giles tilted his head to the side in question.
“I don’t like how I look.” Scarlet’s voice was muffled from her hiding herself in her cloak. “I look human, but I don’t look like other humans.”
“But why don’t you like how you look? You look cool.”
“You said that I looked like a Halloween decoration.” Scarlet was still curled into a ball with her hood on her head, but now she lifted her head up revealing her face.
“And what’s wrong with that? Halloween decorations are cool.” Scarlet didn’t look impressed with the boy, the more she spent with him the more she wanted to leave. Giles scratched the back of his head, “Um, I’m sorry but I’m not good with words. What I’m trying to say is just because you look like you do doesn’t mean that you’re a freak.”
Freak? In her head Scarlet would use a lot of different words to describe herself, but that wasn’t one of them.
“My mom says that mortals waste too much time on things like vanity. Your appearance is important and you should take pride in it, but it shouldn’t make you who you are, only your personality and character can do that.”
Giles crawled towards Scarlet, when he reached her he sat up on his knees and cupped her face, “Scarlet Grimoire you are the coolest Halloween decoration I’ve ever seen.”
Her pale cheeks gained a rosy tinge to them, she put her hands on top of his and smiled, “Thank you.”
Giles felt his heart skip, he immediately let go of her and stood up. He brushed off the dust from the ground off of his legs, when he finished he held a hand out to Scarlet. She took it and he helped her up. Giles looked at the clasp of her cloak, it was in the shape of a skull and in its eye sockets were red gems. “Hey take your cloak off, I want to see something.”
Scarlet reluctantly obeyed and with shaking hands undid the clasp, giving her cloak to Giles. Once she let go of it Giles took off running with it. Scarlet tried to chase after him, but his goat legs made it impossible for her to get anywhere remotely close. Scarlet tried to yell after him to stop, but he kept going. It took all of Scarlet’s energy just to run fast enough to keep him in her sights.
Giles finally stopped when he reached the peak of the valley hills. He held the cloak up into the wind, it flapped violently against the breeze. When Scarlet finally caught up to him it was a second too late, he stood facing the cloak raised above his head and yelled, “NEVER HIDE WHO YOU ARE!” Before she could yell back in protest he let go of the cloak.
Scarlet walked towards Giles with anger written on her face. Giles realized his dilemma, he couldn’t run away unless he wanted to fall down a hill and if Scarlet decided to show him that she was in fact the daughter of Death she just might push him off.
Luckily for the satyr neither of those things happened. Scarlet was mad but instead of enacting revenge she crossed her arms and looked at him with a disappointed look. “What was that for?”
Giles couldn't tell if she really wanted an answer to that question, but he gave one anyway, “Like I said you shouldn’t hide. Nobody will ever get to know you if you hide yourself forever. Call it rude but sometimes we need somebody to force us out of our comfort zones so that we try new things.”
Scarlet thought about what he said for a second, he was right. His methods and tact may have been awful, but he was right nonetheless. Scarlet brought her hands in front of herself, looking at the gloves she was wearing. She always wore gloves and her cloak, not seeing the parts of herself that looked abnormal made her almost believe that she was normal, almost. She took one glove off and stared at her hand turning it over and over, scanning every centimeter, looking at every individual bone. She held up the glove into the air and let it go, it sailed off into the wind’s wild and unpredictable current. She did the same to the other glove letting it join its twin in the wind. Scarlet thought she would feel different after relinquishing the gloves, instead she felt the same and her hands felt a little bit chilly.
“What’s wrong,” Giles asked looking at her disappointed expression.
“Nothing’s wrong, I just thought that I would have a different reaction.”
“Like, an allergic reaction?”
“Never mind, forget I said anything.” Scarlet shook her head in dismissal. Giles grabbed her hand and started looking at it. Instinctively Scarlet wanted to pull away, but she refrained from doing so. He studied her hand closely, admiring her. He looked at her with such inquisitiveness. She studied him too, looked at his face and noticed the faint freckles dotting his peachy skin, his pale blue eyes, his shaggy golden curls. Finally she looked down at his legs, he was in fact a satyr. His goat legs were proof enough of that, the fur there though was white like her hair. Giles said that he was different from other satyrs because of it. It made Scarlet wonder if he ever met any other satyrs or if he stayed with his mom like she did with her dad. She looked back up at Giles, noticing his horns, they were barely an inch or two long. They were little nubs poking from the top of his head, barely noticeable through his hair.
Giles laced his fingers with Scarlet’s, “I want to take you somewhere, it’s not far.”
Scarlet clasped her hand in his, “lead the way.”
Giles took her to a small village. It was quaint and quiet, nothing like the hustle and bustle of Crystal City, New Haven’s capital. Shops lined the cobblestone pathway leading into a cul-de-sac of houses. In the middle sat a fountain with a dove on the top, the sacred animal of the life goddess.
“I come here every once in a while to go to the sweets shop, they have the best cinnamon buns that you’ve ever had,” Scarlet could see Giles’s eyes light up in happiness thinking about the desserts. It made her excited to try them for herself.
Giles led her into a shop, a bell overhead tinkled with glee when the door opened. An old looking man looked up from behind the checkout counter, “Welcome in. What can I get for you today?”
Giles stepped forward to the counter, “I’ll have the usual please.”
The man let out a merry hearty laugh, “Giles it’s good to see you again.”
“He knows you?” Scarlet asked.
“Of course I know him, I’d remember the sound of those hooves and that voice anywhere. And judging by the sound of it you have a friend with you and a girl too.” Mischief was written along the man’s face, “is she your girlfriend by any chance?”
“No, we just met today.”
“Well maybe I’ll still be around when you do have a significant other. I’d love to meet whoever ends up stuck with you, they must be just as abnormal as you are.” Giles stuck his tongue out at the man.
“You’ve been here for my past 30 plus birthdays, I think you’ll still be around in a few more centuries, you’re a pure blood elf after all.” Scarlet took a better look at the old man, she indeed did see the signature pointy ears marking his heritage.
“That I am,” his laugh sounded like a kind grandpa. It made Scarlet smile.
She reached her hand up for him to shake, and instantly pulled it back remembering that she wasn’t wearing gloves. She looked at the old man’s face but there was no change, he didn’t have any reaction whatsoever.
“This is Myrkr, he and his wife own this shop here. I think of both of them as my grandparents. Myrkr is completely blind so that’s why he didn’t shake your hand when you held it up.”
“I’m truly sorry my dear, you must think me rude, I did not mean to offend you. Here,” He held out his hand for Scarlet to shake, she obliged, “now what is your name young miss?”
“Scarlet,” she replied in answer.
Myrkr was nice; he talked to Scarlet as if he’d known her for decades and they were catching up like old friends. He told her stories about the shop, his wife, and Giles to the satyr’s embarrassed dismay. Soon his wife came down from upstairs and greeted the children. She looked at Scarlet like any other person, and smiled at her. Scarlet looked at her too. She was human and if her husband looked old then she looked ancient. Her face was deeply set with wrinkles, her hair was a silvery grey, and her hands were bony and shook uncontrollably whenever she moved them.
Myrkr led Giles to the kitchen, he needed help with getting Giles’s usual out of the oven. Giles didn’t hesitate to leave Scarlet behind in order to get whatever it is he wanted.
“He seems to like you very much. I might not have centuries of experience reading people like my husband does, but he seems like he enjoys your company.”
Scarlet turned to face the old lady. “I hope you two stay friends. You seem to have a genuine connection, he probably won’t tell you but he spends most of time alone, unless he’s here. I’m glad he comes by every so often, don't get me wrong. He’s like the kid me and my husband never got to have, but sometimes I wish he had better company than us old souls.”
‘Never got to have.’ Scarlet had heard before that bi-species couples had hybrid kids before. She’d seen some of them before too, but hearing those words she actually thought about how rare of an occurrence it was. Some species couldn’t mix physically and sometimes bi-species children were just a ball of health problems waiting to happen. Presently children with two different species for parents was becoming more common and with technology advancing in the medical field those children were hardly ever born with defects. The prejudices though, that was something no amount of technological advances could fix. People will always think what they want and that’s that.
Looking at the old lady Scarlet could see the smile on her face, instead of the sadness she thought would be there. “Promise me Scarlet that you won’t let anything bad happen to that boy. I may sound like a crazy old coot, but I want to know that he’s safe with you, that you’ll be there when he needs someone.”
Scarlet locked pinkies with the lady, “I promise.” She had never been more sure of anything else in her life. She would do her best to protect the weird goat boy. She made a promise and she intended to keep it.
Giles and Mykyr came back wheeling a large pan rack from out of the kitchen. On the rack were, brownies, cinnamon rolls, macaroons, and assorted cookies; chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, oatmeal, sugar cookies, and even some that Scarlet had never heard of.
In the end both Giles and Scarlet left the shop, each carrying their own large box of desserts and a smaller, but still big, bag of candy. The kind couple said goodbye to them and they both promised to come back soon.
“Your teeth are going to rot.”
“That won’t stop me, besides I’m part goat. They’ll grow back.” Giles kept eating his candy. Him and Scarlet had barely left the shop and he already plowed through almost a third of the treats that he got.
“Goats don’t grow their teeth back. That’s mainly a reptile thing, the only mammals who can are elephants, kangaroos, and manatees-.”
“BORING.” Giles made an over exaggerated drawl of the word, “fine then I’ll enjoy it now and then later I’ll brush 20 times will that make you happy?”
“It’s not about making me happy, it’s about your health.”
“Fine then Scar, how about I eat one more cinnamon roll and 3 more pieces of candy, then I’ll go home and brush my teeth 20 times.”
‘Scar’? Well nobody ever called her that before, she wasn’t opposed to the idea. “Deal goat boy.” They shook on it and as promised Giles had three more pieces of candy, which he made sure were the biggest pieces that he could find, and one last cinnamon roll.
The two continue walking along the cobblestone path. Until they reached the cul-de-sac. They sat down on the rim of the fountain and talked. It was fun, the most fun Scarlet had in years. She had fun back at home with her father, but she always felt like she was annoying him and monopolizing his time.
“There’s one more place that I have to go. I’ll be right back.” Giles sprang up and took off down the cobblestone pathway where the shops were. In a blink he was a dot on the skyline, how Scarlet ever kept him in her sights when she was chasing him, she had no idea.
She got up from the rim of the fountain and peered into the water. It was a clear blue and glittered in the sunlight. She could see her reflection in it, more clear than any mirror. She looked to the top of the fountain, the dove, in its beak was a rose; the sacred flower of the goddess. The dove itself was made of pure marble, not a single impurity on its white body. It made Scarlet think back to seeing the goddess earlier that day, she looked perfect, the most beautiful woman to ever exist. Scarlet looked back in the pool. She looked past herself on the water’s surface and at the bottom of the fountain. Miscellaneous coins sat at the bottom, probably from people making wishes to the goddess. Scarlet reached into her pocket and pulled out a gold coin. She held it in between both of her thumbs and index fingers, she closed her eyes and made a wish, relinquishing the coin into the fountain.
“She’s amazing isn’t she?” Scarlet jumped at the unexpected voice.
She jolted around to see a man dressed in a Druid priest’s robe. He must have been stopping by to preach in the town.
“I think so, I met her earlier today. She seemed nice, although she also looked a little bit irritated. She was very pretty, the legends of her beauty are true. There is no woman more beautiful than her.”
“I’m glad we agree on something,” the man tilted his head to the side and smiled. “You said that you met her earlier today?”
Scarlet shook her head, “Yes, her and my dad are best friends. They went off to talk and left me and her son together.”
“Is that so?” The man asked the question like he didn’t really want an answer.
Scarlet hummed in agreement.
“BLASPHEMY!” The man screamed. His kind demeanor was gone, his skin turned an angry shade of red, like he was badly sunburned. His pupils seemed to constrict to almost nothing. He lunged for Scarlet, grabbing her by the hair. He pulled her up and off the fountain making Scarlet’s scalp burn and sting in pain. She started crying.
“Stop that infernal crying you devil,” he shoved Scarlet into the cobblestone pathway. Her head hit it with a painful crack, blood seeped out, black, the color of tar and bitumen. The priest pulled his hand away from her hair, making sure to keep her pinned down with the other one around her throat. He looked at his hand covered in her blood and grimaced. He flicked it trying to get some of her blood off his hand, “you dare taint a holy man, you shall pay for this,” he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “with your life.”
Scarlet was in pain. Her head was throbbing, her eyes burned with tears, the loss of blood was making her vision blurry, and the loss of oxygen was making it hard not to pass out. Scarlet went into a fight or flight mode unwillingly using her powers. Through the cobblestone skeleton hands tried to break through the rock. Barely 3 of them succeeded, with Scarlet slowly losing consciousness she couldn’t keep it up for long, luckily for her the priest let go of her. She couldn’t summon any more reinforcements but she could control the ones that she did have. The skeletons lunged for the priest swinging wildly and unpredictably. The priest drew his sword and tried to cut them down, only for them to reform and attack again.
Scarlet watched the battle from where she layed on the ground, without her breathing being obstructed she was slowly regaining consciousness. However she was still weak due to the blood loss and focusing her power on the battle. She couldn’t keep it up, not for long. Her body would give out before she won the fight. She knew there wasn’t anything she could do. So she gave up, she decided that she put up a good fight. The skeletons disappeared back into the ground listening to the daughter of Death. Memories of the day flashed through her vision, she guessed that she was dying, it was okay though. If she died then she would just go back to her father. What would he say? Would he be proud that she fought to protect herself? Would he be disappointed that she used her power against a mortal? She’d know the answer soon. She smiled, Giles would be proud of her, her friend would be proud that she fought.
The priest's heavy steps landed on the cobblestone with a thud. He was charging for Scarlet, hands gripped tightly on the hilt of his sword. The sword was raised over his shoulder, building momentum with his run towards Scarlet.
Scarlet didn’t try to move. She was content with her life, it was way longer than most and happier too. She let her eyes drift closed giving into the darkness and she felt the darkness climbing up her legs, to her arms, her head. It was warm and soft, she felt like she was embraced in a hug.
She reached out and felt something in front of her. She opened her eyes and there he was. Giles had his arms wrapped around her cradling her head in his hand holding her close to him. His goat ears were drooped in sadness and fear. He was crying, babbling unintelligibly asking her if she was alright.
Scarlet’s throat was raw and scratchy from crying and screaming earlier, but she managed to croak out a single word, “fine.” Giles hugged her tighter and Scarlet felt like she was being choked all over again.
Scarlet was down the cobblestone pathway where all the shops were. She was outside the sweets shop. Myrkr and his wife were standing next to them.
His wife, Matilde, knelt down to them. “My husband used his powers to get you away from there. There are perks to being a shadow elf even if others say the contrary.” It was meant as a joke but Scarlet couldn’t laugh, she was barely there. She was barely breathing.
Matilde moved to help Scarlet up so her and her husband could carry her inside.
A throwing knife grazed her making a sizable slash from her shoulder to the opposite side of her collarbone. Matilde snapped her head towards where the knife came from. There was the priest charging straight for them Matilde ran for him but the second she got even a foot away from Scarlet and Giles she fell to her knees, “you will pay for this,” she spat out as unconsciousness filled her body.
Myrkr cried out for his wife. He yelled at the priest demanding to know what he’d done to her. “Don’t worry old man. Your wife is fine, she’ll wake up soon enough. And so will you.”
Before he could ask what he meant by that, he felt drowsiness filling his body. He soon too fell to the ground as his wife had, a small throwing knife sticking out of his stomach. “Can’t say the same for that demon.” He refocused his attention to where Giles was holding Scarlet. “Get away satyr this doesn’t concern you.”
“Why are you doing this!” Giles screamed, voice cracking with tears. “She didn’t do anything to you, to anyone!” He looked down at Scarlet’s face, she looked pale and lifeless, even for her. She felt colder than usual too. Her breathing was shallow and choked. Giles’s tears rolled down his cheeks and onto Scarlet’s face.
“Suit yourself kid.” He ran for him. Giles ran too leaving Scarlet on the pathway. He made sure to lay her on her side so as not to worsen her head injury.
Giles charged forward with his horns. They jabbed the priest into the gut making him stumble back and clutch his stomach in pain. The priest redrew his sword and ran for him. Giles kicked the priest in the leg making him trip and fall on top of him. The sword went flying and got stuck in the cobblestone path, giving Giles an opportunity to strike. He kicked the man in the stomach; he reared back, stumbling in pain. He fell to one knee grasping his stomach with one hand. He coughed into the other, droplets of red painting his hand.
Giles didn’t bother looking back at the priest; all that was on his mind was Scarlet. If he could just get to her, he could run while carrying her and get her to safety.
The priest wasn’t done yet though he picked up his sword from where it stuck into the ground. Giles had his back turned, Scarlet in his arms trying to pick her up in the most efficient way. The priest was behind him and before he could act the sword came down.
It sliced through the skin on Giles’ back, tearing a pained cry from his throat. A huge cut went from his right shoulder all the way down to his left hip.
The priest dropped his sword and stumbled away in terror. Giles held Scarlet close to him. The priest tripped on the now rocky and beat up ground. He fell back, crying and mumbling as tears ran down his face. His face was pale and terrified. He was screaming like a mad man. He was backing away while still on the ground, he was using his hands and feet to push himself away.
The priest knew he messed up the second he saw it. He expected red to seep from the wound that he inflicted on the satyr, not gold. Gold came from his wound. Not gold like honey or a kind of yellow. No, metallic and shimmering gold ran down the satyr’s back. The blood of Life herself. The girl he thought was a demon was telling the truth. He thought her demonic powers were deceiving his holy ones.
It happened instantly a loud boom and a flash of light ricocheted through the town. There she was in her true form, a silhouette of pure golden light. The priest bowed, his forehead touching the ground.
“My lady, it is an honor to see you.”
“What transpired here?” Life didn’t bother with pleasantries.
The priest explained, making himself sound like the victim.
“Do you dare doubt the power that I bestowed upon you priest?”
“No my lady.” Terror shook his voice.
Life glared, “You dare to deceive me as well.”
The priest tried to say something but he couldn’t. “Hold your tongue. I know exactly what happened here. I was just giving you a chance to confess, show you a little mercy before your punishment.”
Sweat dripped from the priest's brow. “Punishment? But my lady I was only trying to get rid of that demon.”
“You mean my daughter.” Another figure appeared and the priest went numb with fear. He dared to look up and instantly regretted it. He was literally looking Death in the face. His skull head couldn’t articulate like a human face could but he knew that anger was written all over it.
“You attacked the daughter of Death, my dear friend, which she told you. But you doubted the power of truth that I bestowed upon you. You disrupted a peaceful town. You attacked an innocent couple who was only trying to help defend the kids and finally. You. Attacked. My. Son.”
The priest cried for forgiveness and mercy. “I would have been merciful if you had told me the truth, but alas you didn’t. Instead you chose to lie to me to cover your own sorry skin.” The priest swallowed a lump in his throat.
“But I am a merciful goddess if nothing else.” Life feigned pity in her voice.
“Thank you, my lady.” The priest’s voice seemed to beam with hope.
A wicked smile crossed Life’s face even though nobody could see it. Giles knew, he always knew when his mom was planning something. “Since this all happened because you tried to kill my best friend’s daughter I’ll let him decide what becomes of you. But know that your power is gone and you are no longer a Druid. Any family that you have is now disgraced and might be ridiculed for it. Tata.” With that she disappeared into a cloud of glittering dust. The way she so merrily and cheerfully said that made Giles’s skin crawl.
The priest’s pants darkened, tears streamed down his cheeks, and soon consciousness left his body.
“D-did you kill him?” Giles asked.
Death shook his head. “No, killing him would be too easy of a punishment. He deserves to live out his life in exile and disgrace.”
Death walked towards Giles and picked up Scarlet from him. “Thank you for protecting her and being here. And for being her friend. I want to thank you young one, is there something that you want?”
Giles didn’t hesitate. “I want her, I want her to be my friend, to be by my side for the rest of my life, if harm comes to her ever again I want to be there for her.”
“Then I offer you these words: put her above all else.” Death turned to Myrkr and Matilde, who were starting to wake up.
“You two also protected my daughter and you didn’t judge her when you saw how she looked. For that I thank you and I ask what you want in return.”
Myrkr bowed, “My lord I want you to shorten my life to be the same as my wife’s.” Matilde gasped in shock and horror.
“My love you mustn’t.”
“It is what I want. You are a human and me an elf. I will live centuries long after you have departed from this world and that my dear is a world I do not wish to live in. What good is life if you cannot enjoy it with the one you love.”
Matilde cried tears of happiness and ran to kiss her husband. “I will do you one better. Your lifespan will now be the same as your husband’s. When the time comes I will collect you both at the same time. You will be together in this life as well as the one after.”
The couple thanked Death and he left carrying his daughter in his arms. Giles followed the god and he led him home. Afterward Death took his daughter back to their home.
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There were stars in Genesis’s eyes. Every story they heard of the pair only heightened how much they admired the duo. To Genesis’s brief sadness though, they remembered that Scarlet had worn a red cloak when they first met her. They didn’t remember her wearing gloves though, so progress is progress. They would leave it at that and continue.
“Yeah, I’m pretty cool aren’t I?” Giles sounded smug. Scarlet jabbed him in the hip, causing him to jump and clutch his side.
“Don’t forget who left me alone ‘Mr. Cool’. You should never leave a lady alone when you escort her somewhere.”
“Oh come on, that was centuries ago. Give a man a break.”
Giles and Scarlet started ‘arguing’ like they usually did. It made Genesis laugh every time. Both of them were so comfortable and happy around each other it warmed their heart.
“I have a question though. What happened to that priest and Myrkr and Matilde?”
“That’s actually two questions you just said them in the same sentence.” Giles said.
“Matilde and Myrkyr are still happily married and working at the sweets shop and I don't know what happened to the priest.” Scarlet looked to Giles for confirmation.
Giles shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know either. Genesis if you want, one day we can take you to the shop.”
They jumped up in excitement. “Really!? I’d love to, let’s go now.”
“Nah, let’s not, it's getting late Mouse and I’m tired.”
“It’s only 3pm.”
“And that’s my nap time.” Giles emphasized his point by booping Genesis on the nose. “‘Night ladies, love ya.” With that he left to go to his room.
In his room Giles started crying remembering that day. It was happy for the most part, so many wonderful things happened: he met Scarlet, he got to see Myrkr and Matilde, but most importantly the candy and cinnamon rolls he had were divine. Bad things happened that day too, that he didn’t mention.
He would never admit to it but his relationship with his mom was more messed up than he cared to share.
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Giles walked through the door of his mother’s house and was immediately met with a slap from the goddess. His cheek stung, but he didn’t reach up to touch it. He’d stopped doing that decades ago. It stung but it was faint and barely there, pain immunity was a real thing. Giles was living proof of that: physically and emotionally.
“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that in front of my friend again.” Life scolded, she sounded like she’d been crying. Her voice was gravely and threatening to break. She turned away from her son and went back inside her room.
Giles went upstairs to his room too. He got ready for bed and did what he always did when he was home; he went to sleep. His mom could yell and hit him all she wanted to later, but right now he let sleep embrace him. The abyss of happier, more peaceful places was where he wanted to be, not the real world with pain and suffering.
He went to sleep and he dreamed of a beautiful girl.
Three of my OCs🙌🏾, this was a commission from my wonderful friend gardengh0st on instagram. Go follow them they are amazing and wonderful, and yes they do still have commissions open.
“Mom they’re real, I’m telling the truth.They look like this and they’re real.” Her mom rolled her eyes, but she still looked at the sketchbook. On the page was a creature that looked to be made of pure shadow, it was tall and its limbs looked to be very skinny and its arms almost touched the ground. On the next page was the same creature with only a different pose. This time it was on all fours like an animal and its back was hunched, which revealed just how emaciated the creature looked. Its spine almost seemed to emerge from its back.
Enola’s mom had to admit her daughter was very talented at drawing. She always had a knack for drawing pictures that looked realistic, too realistic in fact. Her drawings always seemed like they could come to life at any second. The more Enola’s mom stared at the page the more unsettled she got. The creature her daughter drew looked real, but she knew that it wasn’t. However, looking at the sketch made her question that thought.
“You’re letting your imagination run wild again Enola.” Her mother said and returned to wiping the counter.
“Then how do you explain the nightmares I’ve been having?”
“You watch too many horror movies.”
Enola sighed in defeat.
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Enola said goodbye to her mother and left for the creek down the road from her house. She sat down next to the edge and watched as the tiny fish swam past. She pulled out her sketchbook and began drawing. At first she began drawing some of the bugs she spotted in the grass- a cricket, a stick bug, and a spider- when she finished she brushed the eraser shavings off the pages.
Enola set her sketchbook down but didn’t close it. She fished her phone out of her pocket and went to the camera. She began taking photos of the scenery around, it was very beautiful and serene, and most important to Enola quiet. Nobody ever came here. It was like a little world hidden from everyone where she could go whenever she wanted.
She put her phone away and walked back to her sketchbook, when she looked down to pick it up she saw that there wasn’t anything drawn on the page she left open, however there was a stick bug, a cricket, and a spider. She picked up her sketchbook and shook the bugs off. Enola turned back a page and noticed that that page too was blank, then she turned back another page, and another until she was back at the very first page of the book. Every page was blank as if she had never even drawn anything in it.
Enola closed her sketchbook and turned to leave but when she did she wished she hadn’t. Standing before her was the creature probably only a little over a few feet away from her. It was so much bigger than the last time she saw one. Even just standing on all fours it towered over her at about 10 ft tall and with those long limbs she didn’t want to know what it looked like standing upright.
The creature opened its mouth and spoke. “You’re different from other humans, I can see it radiating off of you. You possess a special power and your smell it smells.” The creature inhaled. “Delicious.” Its voice was deep and rumbling, yet at the same time shrill and earsplitting.
Then it lunged at her sharp claws and teeth coming straight for her, at the last second Enola dropped to the ground and rolled a foot away. She didn’t look behind her, she got up and ran.
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Enola’s legs were screaming in pain, her lungs burning trying to catch up with her pace, she knew that she should have done P.E. this year instead of a second elective. Just walking to the creek took at least 15-20 minutes and with that…… thing after her there was no way she would make it back. She had to slow it down, throw it off of her trail, defeat it, something she had to do something.
She made a sharp turn into the construction site in her neighborhood. ‘Now what’ she thought. She hid inside the almost finished building and took out her phone and dialed her mom’s number. ‘Come on, pick up, pick up’ the phone stopped dialing but her mom didn’t answer. Instead it went to voicemail. She hung up.
Enola started walking further into the house trying to put as much distance between her and the creature as she could. Then suddenly she was grabbed from behind and a hand was covering her mouth. Out of fear and because it was the only thing she could think of, she licked whoever’s hand it was. The person let go of her immediately.
“Ew we’re here to rescue you and this is how you greet us, you humans are weird.” Enola turned around and saw a man standing before her. He was tall with curly golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a yellow crew neck with a white collared shirt under it. The jeans he wore were rolled up at the bottom to form cuffs around his ankles and his shoes were a pair of black converse.
“Rescue me?! You grabbed me from behind and put your hand over my mouth. That seems more like kidnapping than helping.” Enola said, trying to keep her voice down.
“Look I’ll explain later but right now you have to get out of here and to Otherworld.” He looked at her with determination and with that look she felt like she could trust him and she’d rather take on a man rather than whatever that thing was outside.
“Ok but you said we’re, there’s only you and you called me human as if you’re not-?”
“Like I said I’ll explain later, right now we have more pressing matters to attend to. I know this is strange and confusing and you might think you’re tripping on shrooms, but I need you to be quiet and trust us no matter what. Can you do that?”
Enola opened her mouth to reply but then closed it and nodded.
The guy took her hand and they ran.
They made it out of the unfinished house and backed a few feet away from it, making sure to keep their eyes on the entrance.
The man fished something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. They looked like small rocks, but they began to grow and take shape. They become two huge stone warriors. And just in time too. The creature came running out of the building grey smoke came out of its nostrils in anger. It lunged at the stone warriors but they fought back.
The monster clawed at the warriors but even its sharp iron talons couldn’t penetrate them. The stone warriors grabbed both arms of the monster and pinned it on its back. It tried to wriggle itself free, screaming in an earth shaking, headache inducing squeal, as it did. But it couldn’t get free.
“Now Scarlet!” The man called. Then a woman wearing a cloak, like red riding hood appeared in front of them. She stepped towards the monster and lifted her hand. The monster started to fade into ash until there was nothing left of it, except a bright glowing orb floating where it once was. The woman walked towards the orb and held it in her hands. A glass case appearing around it.
“I’ll give this soul to my dad, see if he can find out anything about it.” The woman turned around and removed her hood. She was beautiful. Her long straight hair was parted down the middle perfectly to show her vibrant red and black split dye hair. Her skin was the purest alabaster Enola had ever seen, it sparkled in the sunlight like glitter. Her eyes were a dazzling ruby red just like her lips, lips that were round and had a perfectly defined Cupid’s bow. Her makeup was also perfect from her matte red lips to her sharp eyeliner to her black and red eyeshadow. Her clothes were beautiful too. She was wearing an entirely black dress with intricate lace patterned on the bodice and sleeves. The skirt reached down to her ankles and had two slits in the side that started at her mid thigh. She wore sheer tights which were ripped in random places and her boots were black leather with high heels. She looked like a vampiric queen you’d see in movies. From her hair to her black stiletto shaped nails to her shoes.
“Hello Enola Newman, it’s nice to finally meet you. My name is Scarlet Grimoire and this is my partner Gi-” she was cut off.
“Giles Vitus at your service.” He knelt down in front of Enola, grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Enola squeaked in surprise and yanked her hand away.
Scarlet elbowed him and rolled her eyes. “Leave the child alone, she's been through enough for one day, and you’re joking isn’t funny.” Scarlet turned to Enola bent down to be eye level with her and put her hands on her shoulders. “We’ll take you back home and when we get there, we’ll explain everything to you and your mom. I promise, I know you have a million questions and you’re scared and confused but I promise we won’t let anything happen to you.”
Enola looked into her eyes and she could see the sincerity in them and nodded her head in agreement. Even if she wanted to argue or disagree, she didn’t have it in her after the events of today. And so she went home with them.
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The sun was still up when Enola made it home, luckily her mom was sitting on the couch reading a book. And also luckily or unlucky Enola’s mother didn’t seem at all surprised to see two strangers accompanying her daughter.
“It’s happened then hasn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s time Mrs. Newman. For her to find out and for both of you to make a decision.” Scarlet answered.
“Does that mean we can stop hiding? We should stop, it does drain our magic, you know we should show them who we truly are. Oh and tell them too. Besides, we are going to use our magic to go home to Otherworld.” Giles said with too much enthusiasm. Truly he didn’t care if Scarlet’s answer was yes or no he just wanted to revert back into his true form out of laziness not because it depleted his magic. And besides Scarlet knew that if she said no he would do it anyways.
“Fine, I suppose it would be best. Enola please take a seat next to your mother. Scarlet said.
Enola obeyed and before her she saw them both start to change. Scarlet’s hands began to fade. Well not exactly they were still there but they became translucent to where you could see her bones almost like fingers in a sheer pair of gloves, this went up her arm until her elbow where it started to fade back into normal skin. Giles grew horns and he grew slightly taller but more surprisingly his legs became those of a….. goat? His horns curved around the sides of his head like ‘C’s and the fur on his legs was a pure white like a baby lamb. His eyes also changed; they were still blue but his pupils were now elongated like a goat’s too.
Enola sat there stunned and she looked to her mother who remained calm then back to the pair. “Ok that is it now I really need to know what’s going on this makes no sense, and mom why are you completely unaffected by this!?” Enola yelled.
Her mom turned to her. “It’s best if they explain first and then I will.”
“First things first, you already know our names, but you don’t know who we are. I am the daughter of the Lord of Death, the Harbinger of souls, the-”
“Her father is the Grimm Reaper and my mom is the Goddess of life.” Giles cut in. ‘Yeah that definitely clears things up.’ Enola thought.
“Anyways the world we come from is both far from your own and yet one in the same.” Every time Scarlet tried to explain something, it felt like Enola just heard white noise. Nothing made sense. She couldn’t tell if it was just her mind trying to process being hunted by a monster or if Scarlet’s diction was the problem. Either way she didn’t retain anything.
“Um Scar she looks completely lost. I think I’ll take a stab at explaining.” Giles piped in.
“We are from a different world from the one you’re used to, but it’s also exactly the same. Think of it like the multiverse in comic books. Our world has the same geography as yours but its people and inhabitants are different. Such as me and Scarlet for example. I’m a satyr and she’s…..her. Anyways our world is filled with magic and mythical creatures. Those things you read about in fantasy novels and old mythology they’re real there. Well some of them others are actually false like the jackalope, but the wolpertinger is and so is the almiraj.” Giles finished feeling proud of himself.
Enola was still extremely confused but she grasped some of what they were saying. There’s a different world that looks the same as hers but there’s mythical creatures and magic. That she could get but what was that thing that attacked her today?
“Any questions?” Giles asked.
“Yes a lot actually. What was that thing that attacked me today and what did it want and most importantly how did it get here!?” Enola yelled.
“It was a shapeshifter.” Answered Scarlet, “they were on his side in the Great War. But don’t think that shapeshifters are bad just the one who attacked you was. The dark truth is there are creatures of myth who are pure evil. They kill and torture without remorse.” Scarlet looked down sadly. Then straight up as if pushing her feelings down. “As for what it wanted, shapeshifters who work on the side of evil usually take the form of people they kill. It’s a way to bring more evil forces here without being detected and it’s easier for them to mimic a person if they know exactly about their DNA structure. And sadly eating them is a good way to go about it. Usually they target children, or the elderly though something less likely to put up much of a struggle. As for how it got here, usually monsters and demons come through portals made by dark magic called rifts. However, this one was created by you.”
“But how?”
“You like me possess the magic of life. A rare power indeed. You can animate things and probably given time and practice you could probably even give them sentience too.” Giles said giddily.
“That’s impossible. I'm not a mythical creature magical being thing like you two are. I’m human, my mom is human” Enola pointed to her mother. “My father is also human.” She finished.
“This is where I explain. Enola it’s true that we are all human, but your father is different. He has magic just like you although a different power set. You know how he’s been deployed for the past two months? He’s in Otherworld, right now.” Mrs. Newman explained to her daughter.
“So that’s why he never brings me souvenirs. Anything else I should know like anything about the otherworld or how to defend myself or more importantly how to use my powers?” Enola said the last two with excitement.
“Yes, the whole purpose of the rifts is because in the Great War the two worlds were divided. It was deemed safer for those who lacked magic powers and could not defend themselves from a magic user to be kept separate. Now the dark army wants to bring about a second one and merge the worlds again and in doing so enslave the human race. Also shapeshifters and other evil creatures aren’t the only things that go through rifts. Sometimes mythical creatures go through them by accident, I believe you call them cryptids? Humans can go through them too. Sadly most of the time they’re taken by force by the dark army. All those millions of missing people reported every year on the news, they aren't missing. They were taken through the rifts and they didn’t make it back; instead they were conscripted to join the dark forces. Some escape but most of the time….” Scarlet's words dragged off at the end like explaining that was a direct stab to the heart.
“Take a break Scar, I’ll handle the rest.” Giles said as he put his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. She listened and took a seat on the couch.
“As for learning more about your powers and how to defend yourself, that is where your choice comes into play. You can stay here with your mom in the mortal world or you can come with us to Otherworld. The choice is yours.”
“I have two more questions. How did I summon that shapeshifter, where would I learn, and does this mean Mothman is real?” to say that she was excited was an understatement, Enola was practically bouncing in her seat.
“That’s actually three questions. But for life magic there has to be something to bring to life. The pictures you drew in your sketchbook are sure something, especially if it made something as realistic as that shapeshifter. Although it was only a juvenile. And because your magic is severely out of practice it couldn’t think for itself, it could only run after you. If you study and get really good one day you’ll make something that has a mind of its own. Since I possess the same magic as you I would be your teacher of course, besides schools in Otherworld don’t have professors who specialize in rare magic only common ones such as water or fire or ice. It’s pretty boring honestly. I’d know, Scarlet and I went a few centuries ago. And yes he is real, so are Nessie and Bigfoot.” Giles answered.
Enola turned to her mother. “Mom-.”
“Go Enola. You need to, you’ll be closer to your father. In Otherworld they can better protect you than I can here.”
“But you can go with me right?”
“I’m afraid I can’t. I need to stay here. If we all disappeared it would cause problems and bring up questions. I’ll say that I enrolled you into a boarding school abroad.”
Enola hugged her mother tightly with tears in her eyes. She let go and looked to Giles. “I’ll go.”
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Enola walked through the portal to Otherworld that Scarlet opened using a key. When she stepped through behind them she wasn’t expecting what she saw.
Before her was the inside of a building. The floors were marble tile. Symmetrically placed white columns lined the walls and between them were statues and paintings of historical figures and moments. The walkway in the middle of the floor was made out of solid gold. It led to a huge counter with humanoid creatures sitting upfront.
“Where are we?”
“Customs office, since you’re not a citizen you’ll need to register.” Scarlet said. “They’ll ask you basic information like your age, birthdate, and family background. But the most important thing they’ll ask is your name so choose wisely.”
“Why wouldn’t I just use my birth name?”
“You could.” Scarlet and Giles answered in unison.
They checked in to their appointment and were led into an office room by one of the workers. She handed Enola the papers and began to explain the document's contents. When she finished explaining she left the trio to think over the document.
“Enola lesson number one. I want you to look out the window.” Giles ordered. Something told Enola he was going to have a little too much fun being her teacher.
“But why?”
“Don’t talk back to your elders, youngling, and listen to your teacher.” Yeah, he was definitely going to have too much fun.
Enola sighed in annoyance and defeat. But she did it and she walked over to the window. It looked like an ordinary window, nothing special. “Yep, it's a window,” She said sarcastically, making Scarlet chuckle from behind her hand.
“Look closer.” Giles eased.
Enola looked back at it again this time however it wasn’t a window it was a mirror. And for some reason her reflection wasn’t in it. She reached her hand out to touch it. Nothing happened.
“Here in Otherworld, who you are is not determined by power or where you come from, by your species or anything superficial like that; it is determined by who you are and how you act. You can be anything you want to be here, you are in control. Now imagine yourself and what you look like.”
So she imagined her freckles, her chocolate brown eyes, her shoulder length brown hair, everything that made Enola, well Enola. She stared at herself for a moment. She looked at her reflection for a few seconds wondering what would happen if she imagined what she would look like with different colored eyes. Then it was different colored hair, different clothes, and Enola no longer looked like Enola. She was a completely different person.
She blinked. It wasn't what she was expecting.
“Is that who you want to be?” Scarlet asked.
She thought about it for a moment. She thought about how she looked before; the true her. The her: that was bullied in school, teased and mocked, and would run away and cry alone in the bathroom during lunchtime. The her that could never make friends because she was too scared of rejection. The her that threw herself into her art hoping for an escape; the her that she hated.
The more she stared at that mirror the more she realized the person she’d turned into wasn’t her at all; it was what she thought everyone would want to see of her. She had long hair cascading down her back, instead of a short wolf cut. Her freckles were gone and instead her face was covered in makeup. Her nails were painted and her glasses were no longer covering her eyes and her eyes were blue instead of their normal chocolate brown. She turned herself into those girls at school who had mocked her, made her want to scream and cry. She became them because she believed them to be superior to her. But she was wrong.
The girl in the mirror faded. Enola remembered what Giles said “Who you are is not determined by anything superficial.” ‘He’s right I will be a new person, someone that I love, and that I’m proud of.’ Enola thought.
Enola closed her eyes and took a calming deep breath, looking into the mirror again. She imagined herself everything she hated about her appearance and everything she was teased for. She left it alone, she let it shine through. She looked back at the mirror and smiled at herself.
“Good choice.” Giles said.
“I agree.” Said Scarlet
“Thank you, I like it too.” She smiled. Enola walked over to the desk, picked up the quill pen and began to fill out the form.
When she finished the form glowed and transformed into an ID card. It had Enola’s new name, her birthday and other information.
“What name did you choose?” Asked Scarlet.
“Genesis, here in Otherworld I’m starting from scratch, a new life and beginning. I hate who I was. I want to reinvent myself into something that I’m proud of. I want to start anew and learn to accept myself and learn how to use my power for good and put an end to this chaos. I’m a new me from here on out. I am Genesis, the artist of life and the world will say ‘they were a person worthy of a new life.’
First Post! Ok so I’ve been wanting to do this for a while but haven’t gotten around to it(because I’ve been scared👀). Anyways I really want to share my OCs and stories that I write instead of just talking about them to my friends(annoying my friends).
⚠️Warning⚠️ some of my characters are really old(and desperately need to be updated) so please be kind. Creative criticism is welcome and greatly encouraged and appreciated. My characters will probably progress and grow with the input from everyone.
As of right now (8-17-24) the main story isn’t begun yet. It is still a work in progress. That said I still have some short stories (mostly character backstories) that I’m going to post and work on in the meantime.
Questions❔:
1. Name? Miss Anonymous (because you’ll never know who I am😈)
2. Birthday? 🎂February 6, 2006🎂
3. Favorite color? Pink and black (if you couldn’t tell)
4. Favorite food? Borgor🍔
5. Nationality? African American, however my father and his side of the family is from the Caribbean. So…… I don’t know what you would call that🤷🏾♀️
