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Weird uh Neverafter idea or well 2: (kinda spoilers ahead:
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1. What if the two princes Rosamund were a were way the princes from Snow White and Cinderella, and like what if with her dying, she now takes the spot of one of them so each sister is like playing out the story of the other and they're working to find each other.
2: what if the Briars find a way to posses a dead man and due to their magical nature, they cant decide on a face so it changes.
Wizard101/Pirate101 OC Template
Thanks to @save-the-spiral for the template! Isador and Ginny under the line.
Wizard101 Backstory Stuff
“Isador?”
The question was simple but it felt like it carried the weight of decades with it. In the cold grave yard, Geniveive stood and braced herself against the ancient oaken wand. The formerly Nameless Knight stood in front of her with a confused look on his face. Almost as if, after the urge for battle, he was truly seeing for the first time.
She adjusted her cowl for a moment and pulled it back from her face. “No…My name isn’t Isador..” She begun quietly before adjusting her stance. “Why do you ask?” She asked, studying the ghostly figure in front of her.
This wasn’t the first time that she had spoken to spectres and spirits. She was almost an expert after her trip through Dragonspyre. The man in front of her looked troubled and concerned, trying to figure out a way to word his response to her.
Malory recongized the face and smile almost right away. It was hers which pierced deep into his heart.
His dear sweet Isador.
“Sorry..” He begun quietly, “You reminded me of someone..”
The morning was quiet as Malory was busy with his duties. It was only when the silence got too much for him that he realized that Morganthe was gone. “Stars above, don’t let her be gone..” He thought as he rushed around a corner to find one of the many sages sitting with his sister.
“Alright dear, now this is a simple little magic trick that I’ve learned to sort books.” The woman said, flicking a card out for the giggling little girl. A small whirlwind kicked up and the discarded pages began to sort themselves in front of her. It drew another fit of giggles from his sister before the woman looked up.
When she met his eyes, he saw one of the most beautiful women in all the realms. Her dark auburn hair curled and spilled over her shoulders, framing a soft angelic like face. “My apologies sage, I didn’t mean for my sister to interrupt your studies.” He said, adjusting his helm.
She laughed and his heart lept into his throat. “Do not worry Squire, I do not mind the curious little ones. We could always use more who’d be interested in history. “ She replied as she shuffled the pages into bigger pile into her arms. “If you wouldn’t mind it, I could take her with me so you wouldn’t have to worry about her.”
It took him a moment to compose himself.
“Ah, thank you..I will be sure to repay your kindness…”
He was brought out of memories by a quiet yawn. It looked like she was trying to hide her exhaustion but he knew better. Something about this young woman reminded him of his dear sister. Burning the candle at both ends. “I’ll help you, Knight Errant, First you must rest. You will get no where in facing the Pendragon while you’re exhausted.” His face scrunched up for a moment, looking around at the graveyard about them. It wasn’t the best place for a young girl to rest in the open.
“Rest in my tomb, I’ll protect you from the Death Seraphs through the night.” The young mage yawned and shuffled back into the tomb, finding a spot close enough to the entrance. She tucked her bag under her head and began to get comfortable when the question came to him.
“My lady, What’s your mother’s name?” He questioned, drifting over towards her.
Her voice was soft and gentle as she buried her face in her bag. “I….don’t know my mother. I’m adopted.” It sounded like he had hit a nerve. “Good sir, could you just give me some time alone. I just want to be alone.” The girl curled in on herself and deep within him, he felt a deep ache to comfort her.
Minutes seemed to tick past as she curled more in on herself. He was helpless as to find a way to comfort her.
He had found plenty of ways to repay her kindness to him. In turn for Isador taking care of Morganthe for him, He was her close friend and confidant. Maybe there was something between them though. A small spark that lit up between them somewhere between the early morning strolls and the late evening chats over candle light.
Many trysts kept hidden from the other sages and knights. It all culminated one evening after a tourney. Isador had watched with baited breath as of course, Malory had won. He had gifted her with the wreath of purple and yellow roses and crowned her the delight of the tourney.
They shared a quiet kiss behind the stables, that led into another and it eventually led to a night shared in a quiet room lit only by a few candles. She had left early the next morning, but it was the start of a long and torrid relationship.
The one night, she just, disappeared. The love of his life…disappeared. He should have realized but it was the first of many stones to fall for him.
As he sat with the young girl, he studied her features and if he were still apart of the land of the living, he swore his breath would have caught in his throat. Could she really…?
No! That was preposterous! He…no..
The more he sat with it in his mind, he slowly came to the fact that he was sitting with one of his few living remnants of memory. His own daughter.
Meanwhile, Somewhere within the Spiral, Mostly Like Aquila
“The price, either the first five years of memories or the memories of your daughter.” The ophidian guard hissed as the small crew of pirates crowded around the entrance.
“Daughter…Child..Baby?” The crew murmured between the lot of them as their captain stepped forward.
In the bright Aqulian light, the captain of the Golden Immortal shone like a star in the night. Though her gear may have looked a bit scuffed from all the fights she’s gotten herself in, she still carried herself with the countenance of a queen. Her dark auburn hair fell sharp at her shoulders and she shifted her eye patch off to the side to stare at the guard fully.
“Captain, Please, think about this..” Bonnie Anne pleaded as the woman shrugged off the hands trying to pull her back.
Isador, or better known now as Blood Isis, cleared her throat. “ I’ve made my choice. I chose to give you the first five years of memories.” She stated firmly and the Ophidian smiled brightly at her.
“Very well, Continue on..”
Back on My Bullshit
So, like, giving a little bit of math and all.
Our characters in Hogwarts Mystery, they’d be the seventh years when Harry starts.
Can you imagine what it’d be like for them? Or the fact that when Voldemort comes back, our characters are I think in our late twenties? Do you think we helped with the battle? DO YOU THINK THAT LIKE THE CHARACTERS WANTED TO MAKE SURE THE KIDS WERE SAFE??
The Elementalists Fanfic
Andrea sighed as she stared at her homework. Her brain was having trouble processing the words and she couldn’t make heads or tails of the work.There were just too many things lingering on her mind as she set down her pencil and began to massage her wrist. The Pender Pals would kill her if she continued to overwork herself.
She plucked up her phone and moved to her bed. It was fall break and she was alone for the first time. At least, she figured she was alone. The only person that she knew would be around was her twin and she didn’t feel like bothering her with all her issues.
Penderghast has wonderfully soft beds and she melted into her comforters as she tried to drown out her sorrows with music. As she got lost in the tunes, she flexed her fingers and began to recount the various hand motions that Atlas taught her for some Moon Att spell to get a good night sleep.
In reality it was some sort of blend of various attunements but she couldn’t exactly remember at the moment. At the moment, she just stared. It if wasn’t shadows haunting her dreams, then she had strange visions.
She was warm. It was impossible for her not to feel warm but this was a familiar and almost friendly like warmth as she laid out in the grass. If she was lucky, Neither Esme or Nome would find her yet and she’d have time to relax.
The wind rushed loudly and she turned to see a familiar face next to her.
“Kane!” She tossed her arms around him. He smelled of the sea and everything sweet and good. He pulled her in close and for a long moment, everything was right for them.
“I’ve missed you.” He said, kissing the top of her head.
The Jester King was almost always busy with his followers and she was busy with her many duties as the Sun Source. As she almost got lost in her thoughts, he tilted her chin up and kissed her. “Starlight, be with me here now. Please? I want to make the most of this time together before one of them finds us,” His voice was soft and almost pleading as he brought her into another kiss.
The sun warmed and the wind blew hard, and she was brought out of the vision. Andy sat up in bed, rubbing at her face to try to scrub the thought from her mind. She knew that her mother was the woman that she saw in the visions.
The man though?
She didn’t know at all. There was something awfully familiar about him and she just couldn’t place it. She pulled herself up, making her way over to her desk. “I must have something here..I know I’ve seen something here..” She mumbled as she yanked open the lowest drawer. As she yanked the drawer open, she fell on her ass.
A burst of air smacked her in the face but with a twist of her hand, the air was redirected quickly. After the air died down, something landed in her lap.
It was a picture. The same picture that her and Atlas had put together when they finally reunited. It was them as babies with their parents holding them. Her mother was cradling her against her chest and Atlas was being cradled by who she could assume was their dad.
Then it hit her.
That man from the vision..was their father.
So this maybe a little world vomiting but, I have the idea that like since Rheya was the first vamp, she possibly could have had kids. Possibly with a certain Xenocrates. And like yeah the bloodkeeper bloodline is passed down through there because we know Gaius didn't do shit.
Listen, all I'm saying is that'd it'd be kinda cool if Xenocrates addresses us as family before we drink the tree blood and effectly realise Rheya.
So. for the Elementlists, my epilogue for my darling Andy.
- the red headed attuned eventually graduated Pederghast.
- Top of Professor Kontos' class.
- She continued her work with the wood nymphs. Actually eventually going to teach the young saplings wood magic.
- She also started up as a preschool teacher for special children. With what happened to her when she went to Penderghast, she wants to bridge that gap between the worlds, of course with a bit of help from warm Theia.
- Her and Beckett got engaged on graduation night. They eventually got married when Beckett settled down as a professor and he surprised her with a home of their own.
- Andy became pregnant three years after. Happened during a romp on their wedding anniversary day. Katrina was overly excited as well as Theia. Atlas promised to train the baby.
- She gave birth to a boy and girl. Hephaestus and Hestia.
- Hephaestus' main attunement is fire and secondary is metal.
- Hestia' main attunement is wood and then secondary is water.
-Both children are attuned to sun magic as well as moon magic. Though Hephaestus takes after his aunt and Hestia takes after her mother.
- Eventually, both attend Penderghast and they are apart of the second group of Pend Pals. (Their bracelets are purple instead of yellow.)
