Hey @yourlocalavian here’s prompt 1!
(I finished a while ago but forgot to copy it to tumblr lmao)
It was a lovely day that day. And a particular day it was. I happened to notice it while I was out on my normal patrol with some members of my prestigious family. They normally take me out every now and again, but this day was one particular day indeed.
I was turning the age of half a decade, an intellectual age, not according to our society, however. I was with my parents, two mothers of high prestige in this town we call home. They are well acquainted with many a persons around, and it’s quite amusing to be recognized so much on an afternoon stroll.
My parents are named Sky and Avry. As a toddler, I was never able to truly convey their names with my vocal skills, so I’d call them Blub and Avi. I was named a few days after my vocal skills had acquired form, so I was called Avi Jr. No last name was necessary amongst the naming scheme, so I never had one.
Blub came from Sky, obviously. Due to the oxygen’s color in the atmosphere when reflecting light, it appears blue to the human eye. My favorite color was blue as well, but I wasn’t able to form that complex of a word at the time, so I ended with Blub.
We’ve been strolling for a while; the atmospheric pressure and climate were quite refreshing this day. An exquisite day it was. We had reached a familiar sector of the public park recently established by the government’s usage of the people’s taxes, which had a mixed quantity of opinionated statements from said people. I found it quite pleasant.
However, the day wouldn’t stay as quaint as it had. Some people of the elder youths would say “some crap went down,” but I’ll never stoop so low as to use undistinguished language as crap. Some massive shit happened. Don’t tell my mothers, Avi and Blub, I had the gall to use shit when recalling this day (yesterday), but alas, there wasn’t anything that fit quite as perfectly.
We had reached a section of the park that held a fascinating structure for intellectuals such as I. I saw fellow humans climbing all around this structure, in which I inquired my mothers about such things.
“Mothers, I must inquire: what is that odd structure in the foreground of our vision?” Blub looked down at me and answered my inquiry.
“That’s called a play structure! Has it caught your eye, little miss man? Aww!” I scoffed at Blub as they rubbed my head in such a demeaning manner.
“Don’t call me such names, mother. I’m a distinguished intellectual.”
“Look, Avi! Avi Jr. wants to check out the play structure!” Blub turned her shoulders slightly acutely towards Avi, in which she jumped in on the horrid teasing my mothers often performed on me.
“Awww, that’s cute! We’ve never had a lot of time at a play structure in such a long time. Does Avi Jr. want to go see it?”
“Gosh, mothers. Why must you torture me so? I thought torture of any kind was outlawed during the Geneva Convention? Do you want to be taken away from the presence of an intellectual such as I by the government?” They laughed at me, but that play structure over a few meters ahead of us was intriguing. We reached closer to said structure; however, the skies grew dark, and the structure turned into a well-made castle.
I heard soldiers from inside the tall castle walls screaming in displeasure. As I had walked over to the gate, I heard a call of distress reach my ears of Grand Hearing.
“Who-who are you? Are you working with the dragon?” I shook my head; how could they believe an intellectual such as myself would stoop so low to befriend a beast like a dragon?
“Why, no. I am merely a traveler of great wisdom and knowledge. Is this kingdom facing a beast infestation?” The draw bridge lowered itself down, letting me inside the castle. It appears they needed the absolute strength my wisdom carried. As they should, as an intellectual such as I is a great pieces on the proverbial chessboard that is life. I was briefed on their issue, and immediately concocted a grandiose plan to eradicate the issue plaguing their peaceful kingdom.
“Ah-! What an ingenious solution that I’ve come up with. Gosh, how is one such as I so grand?” The commanders immediately began to coordinate the knights to follow my ingenious plan. They ran around the walls, and started building a tower with a golden bell at the top; dragons like shiny things, so why is this one any different? Only I would know, anyway.
From afar, my mothers were watching in delight as I, my intellectual self, helped fend the castle off from the dragon. Alas, however, the skies had a lacking amount of light perpetuating off the star in which we orbit. It was at the worst of timing as well; they came to call me off this play structure (although, to me it was a castle of stone) to go eat a meal of sunset amidst members of our prestigious family.
“How was playing with the kids, Avi Jr?”
“We weren’t doing that of playing, but using my grandiose, ingenious solutions to save the kingdom from an infestation of tedious dragons. AND only I know how, so I hope they don’t let my knowledge go in vein as they fight the beast alone.” My annoying mothers laughed in such a demeaning way. They don’t truly grasp my intellectual prowess and sensational knowledge. They will one day but–oh wait. Is that ice cream? I love ice cream! My favorite flavor is orange because its pretty to look at! :D
