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[eclipsebrought]

The Fall

        The day began the same as any other. Necrozma rose, and its light shone on the world as it always did. Already, people had come to give offerings to their god and ruler. The dragon never did much know what to do with material possessions, as it hardly felt it deserved them simply for existing, but it had long given up on changing its subjects’ minds. They would all soon learn that such things were the least of anyone’s worries, however.

        An arrogant young man, Troam, had fallen victim to that which plagues many mortals--greed. He was no longer content to live and serve under Necrozma’s wing as his ancestors had before him. No, he instead longed to take the god’s place. He felt that the people should be bowing and singing praises to him, and he wasn’t alone. Troam was greatly respected by a group of his peers, and he had convinced them of his right to rule, and promised them a high place in the new order he planned to create. It had taken many months of planning, and meetings under the cover of darkness, but the usurpers finally felt they were ready to set their plan in motion.

        It was midday when Troam’s group reached Necrozma, and it welcomed them as it did any other group of its worshippers. It could sense something different about them, but its people had never been hostile to it, and so there was no reason for the Blinding One to believe that they were planning anything until it was too late.

        When their false prayers concluded, Troam produced a weapon from inside his clothing and plunged it into Necrozma’s side. It gave a might roar that was a mix of shock and pain that shook the earth, and fell to the floor. This was the signal to the rest of the men that it was their turn to attack, and they set on the dragon in the blink of an eye.

        However, their plan began to fall apart in that moment. Necrozma, suddenly filled with an intense rage that it had never known, shot up from the ground and sent them all flying in a blinding flash of light. The light it had expelled just then was so bright that it shone throughout all of Ultra Space--that was the last light Necrozma’s world would ever see. Troam’s attack on the dragon had nearly killed it, though with the drastic change that came over it in that moment both physically and mentally, it may as well have been dead.

        The blast of light that resulted from the god’s pain and anger had killed most of Troam’s men, but a few managed to escape--including Troam himself. Though even if they hadn’t, the rage Necrozma felt was all-consuming. Countless innocents were killed in its rampage, and it was clear that it had no plans to stop. The city, and perhaps the world, would have been doomed if not for the brave inhabitants who banded together to stop their once peaceful god. Man and Beast alike were forced to fight the one who had given them life, and that was only the beginning of their challenges.

        While Ultra Megalopolis was rebuilt and its citizens tried to adapt to a lightless world, Necrozma endured underground. Its rampage had been stopped, but its rage was still insurmountable. It knew it could outlast every single one of those who had betrayed it, and it was a patient deity. Its time would come, and so would theirs.

[madamelooker]

Lysandre meet her at the anti-homeless bench for an ass beating.

[madamelooker]

Hoists baby Maxime on her hip. "Sorry, Emma, I'm still on paternity leave and he's--Prism Tower's floating!?"

[bridgingdimensions]

yes! we have kelpies (scottish horse that drowns people, backwards hooves, can be tamed temporarily with a bridle and freezes over still water), loch ness (or nessie), and several other lake/water related monsters! i love learning about the variance on mermaids (half fish, half human), sirens (technically closer to harpies in appearance, but it depends on the retelling of the myth, good singers), rusałki (slavic water creatures that are young women that have drowned) & others

Publishing for context.

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nightlight ➳ artemis & yulhee

@mpyulhee

It was late, the sliver of moon not offering much more light than the stars sprinkling the pith black of the night sky. At this time, the streets of Mount Phoenix were usually calmer (if you knew where not to go at least), most demigods already sleeping. If there was any time Artemis ventured into the city, it would be at this hour. There was usually too much going on for her preferences – the hustle and bustle of city life far from the ideal environment for the goddess. At night, however, between the busy days and the hours when drunken people wobbling home crowded the streets, it was almost peaceful. Sure, Artemis preferred tents to concrete houses and trees to lampposts, but like this the city was at least sufferable.

No, there were not many people around at this hour. Because of that, finding a young woman strolling down the streets all by her self came as a slight surprise to the goddess. Artemis couldn’t help the knot of worry quickly forming in her chest at the sight of the female, alone under the fluorescent street lights. She did admittedly not look young enough to be passed off as a child, but she was far from old, and her fragile appearance did not assure Artemis of anything else than the fact that things could go terribly wrong if the goddess didn’t act upon her worries. Mount Phoenix was after all a melting pot of gods and their offspring, more than a few with untrustworthy intentions.

She needed to make sure this girl came back home safely, see for herself that she wouldn’t fall into the hands of some vile demigod wishing to take advantage of her.

In a few, swift steps, Artemis reached the girl’s side. She picked up the softest of voices, her brows furrowed with worry as she addressed the demigoddess. ”Dear, it’s awfully late for you to be walking by yourself. You should really hasten back home.”

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broken mirror➳artemis&yoongi

@mpxyoongi

Someone who she didn’t know was practicing archery in her forest. The goddess found herself rather surprised by that. The familiar creaking of a bowstring pulled tout, followed by the unmistakable whirl of an arrow cutting through the air was strangely enough an unexpected disturbance of the melodies this forest usually carried. There weren’t many people here who left the safety of the city for the wilderness of the trees; and even smaller than that number was the amount of archers living on the island. Artemis tended to have quite good knowledge of such things after all. Curiosity steered her steps towards the clearing housing the archer, feet treading lightly on the soft soil. In its own way this was a hunt, a situation where the goddess had no interest of being found before she had identified the intruder of her realm.

At the first sight of pastel coloured hair, Artemis stopped. It was a man, she concluded. It was obvious from his posture and build, but the angle from which she regarded him gave no further clues to his identity. Soundlessly she stood, watching as once again an arrow was sent flying through the air. She could sense how the muscles tensed in his arms and back; saw how he planned the flight of the arrow, how it left the bow with deadly power, only to less than a moment later pierce the trunk of a tree as if it had been made of feathers. It was long since the goddess had witnessed a man other than her brother showing such skill in her craft. Artemis found herself intrigued.

On quiet feet she circled the groove, making very sure to stay out of sight of the man. She needn’t walk far to find herself at a better angle, and so she soon took sight of the pastel hues in the clearing, moving only a few metres closer. The trees helped keep the goddess hidden as she approached, sharp eyes trying to get a glimpse of the face of the man. Not until she was all but a few steps from leaving her cover was she able to make it out. The features stopped her dead in her tracks.

Iced water trickled down the goddess’s spine, a sharp intake of breath passing her lips and brown eyes widening in shock at the face before her. It was frighteningly familiar, no, more than that; it was painfully so. The features were ones she had been able to study for hours upon end once upon a time, ones who now came to her accompanied with cold sweat and bad dreams.

Artemis took a stumbling step to the side, not even noticing how a dry twig snapped under her foot in the process. A hand found the trunk of the tree besides her, stabilizing her as the fought the sudden dizziness that seemed to have hit her. She couldn’t believe her own eyes.

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second best ›› castle & artemis

castlexarcadia

Artemis knew it even days before their meeting. It was strange how the air almost churned with his presence; how he could be sensed from so far away, as if his very blood was calling her. She had found herself more prone than usual to stay close to the Towers. Her hunting trips were cut short to avoid losing track of that soft tingling sensation at the base of her neck, telling her that someone of her own blood was awfully close. She knew wasn’t strong enough to be her brother, no, it was a mere fragment of the force that held Leto’s twins together. Maybe that knowledge was what kept the goddess from searching for the newly arrived demigod by her own. She was fairly certain the child of Apollo would come to her sooner or later either way.  It was far from a surprise that their first meeting should be during her archery class. Her brother had not been granted the title god of archery for nothing.

The goddess had thought she would be prepared for the encounter, but still her stomach lurched at the sight of him. It had not been difficult to single out her brother’s child among the other demigods moving across the fields. The short boy was far from a spitting image of his father (and the pink hair gave her quite a surprise), but he radiated something that was so familiar to her. It was a faint notion of secret languages and laughing brawls, arrows flying in pairs and the constant movements of a floating island.

She shook the brown locks irritatedly as her eyes once agin was drawn towards pink hair and a short stature. It wasn’t her brother, she reminded herself, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious to her already. The boy hadn’t given the slightest sign of recognizing her, as she knew Apollo himself would have done, even though he now was only meters from the perimeter of the archery field. The huntress took a deep breath, trying to coax her expression into something not too strained before walking over to the demigod with quick steps.

”Are you here for archery?” The familiarity of his face was almost soothing to her, even though her head was working overtime trying to differentiate this demigod from his father. ”I am Artemis, the teacher,” the goddess added. A hand reached out for the boy to shake. The greeting came as a surprise even to herself, handshaking not being in her usual repertoire of introductions.