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Writing Prompt Masterpost

Realms:

Goralga, realm of darkness

Juldin, mortal realm; Earth

Halka, realm of light

Character list:

Erakin, a skeletal being and ruler of the realm of darkness, Goralga. Has the title of Goralgon. Human form: Edward Odon.

Halkial, the feathered ruler of Halka. Human form: Helena Day

Xalior, a mortal body which holds multiple souls all fighting for control. The newest soul has the most control. They are banished from both Goralga and Halka, trapping them in Juldin.

Amir Jalal, a shy, dorky young man who invites Edward to be his roommate.

Mya Adam, a practical young woman training in medicine. Amir’s cousin and best friend

Prompts: JANUARY CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER italics represent major plot points

Dragon

Eavesdropping

Food

The Rocket Ship

Addict

Smoke, Fog and Haze

Numbers

Dream-Catcher

The Vessel

Shadow

Sugar

Outside The Window

Good Vibes

Shopping

Unrequited Love

Dancing

Animals

Cleaning

Great Minds

Closed Doors

Eye Contact

Letter

Found

The Professor

Friendship

Missed Connections

Foreclosure

Greeting

Dread

Fear

Tribute

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Day 30: Shopping

This is partly based on my own experiences

The idea was a simple one. Choose items, take them to the till, pay for them and leave. But it was much easier said than done.

First of all, each item had ten different brands. How was Erakin supposed to know which one to select? His instinct wasn’t designed for this.

Secondly, how was he supposed to carry all of items? He had noticed the basket far too late and had to awkwardly carry all of the items to the entrance, place them in a basket, and walk a few yards to the till.

Packing the items was easy enough. Paying wasn’t. It took him a good few minutes to find the right coins to pay the exact amount of money required. He didn’t understand why the girl at the till gave him an odd look.

It was a relief to leave.

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Day 28: Shadow

Erakin (or was he Xalior now? He really wasn’t sure) had spent many nights next to the river trying to return to Goralga that he had forgotten to think.

So when he did finally think, he realised that it was his own fault. If he hadn’t banished Xalior from Goralga all those millennia ago, then he would have had no problem. But he had to face it, he was trapped.

It was inevitable that he would have to adapt. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep his sanity with the countless souls fighting in his new body.

7,362,922.

The number flashed in his mind. That was when he knew that he couldn’t be like the others. He wasn’t going to let his banishment put him down. He would continue as always, even if he was confined to Juldin.

His appearance would have to change if he was to adapt. The grimy, bony face of Xalior would immediately be arrested, from his knowledge of human society.

It took him another few days to perfect shadow manipulation again. Becoming Xalior had restricted many of his abilities, but it was a relief to know that he had retained them.

He experimented with different forms until he found one he was comfortable with. As the shadows hardened, he looked into the mirror of the river.

Tall, pale, brown hair, green eyes (barely hiding the souls). It felt wrong, yet so right, as if he had looked like that his entire life.

He forced himself to smile, before subconsciously slapping himself on the face. He didn’t know what had prompted him to do that. Still, it felt natural. He smiled again. He slapped himself again.

He would discard the smiles for the time being, he decided, as he made his way to the nearest settlement to start a life not as Goralgon, but as Erakin.

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Day 27: Closed Doors

Mya approached the entrance to the flat. She had been working for a few hours but had forgotten her keys, so she had come back in her lunch break to retrieve them. She knocked on the door.

No answer.

She knocked again with more force, with no luck.

“Amir?” She called. “I just forgot my keys. The car’s out here so I know you’re in there!”

Still getting no reply, Mya put here ear to the door.

To her astonishment, she heard laughter. What was even more surprising was that the laughter belonged to two separate people. She hoped Amir was filming this.

“Eddie?! What’s so funny? Let me in!”

She was nigh hysterical, and felt a wave of relief when the door finally opened to reveal a grinning Edward standing behind a red-faced Amir, who was covered in some sort of orange goo.

“I'm… just gonna get my keys.”

She loved Amir and Eddie, but sometimes they just couldn’t be left unsupervised.

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Day 26: Fear

Something was wrong. Of course, being arrested for something he had no knowledge of was bad in itself, but Amir could feel that something was very, very wrong.

Mya was talking to him. He couldn’t make out the words, but they were comforting all the same. Even though there were a few swears tossed around, she meant them in a good way.

No she didn’t.

However much he tried to think positively, reality would come back and punch him. That’s when the fear began to settle in.

He heard the officials mention Eddie’s name, Edward Odon, and Amir felt scared. They had been arrested on suspicion of aiding murder, but it had never been said who they were “aiding”.

Eddie. It was the only name that, however much he hated it, made sense. Edward Odon. The cute new guy that had started work at the store seven months ago. The reserved man that was looking for somewhere to stay. The good friend that meant as much to him as his own family. An alleged murderer.

He only noticed the tears when Mya wiped them from his eyes.

Time passed. Every second felt like happiness was being drained from around him. He doubted he would ever feel happy again. All he felt was fear and his heart beating rapidly.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Suddenly, deafening sirens began blaring and bright lights flashed menacingly.

Then it went dark.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Screams. There were screams. He couldn’t see a thing and he clutched Mya as if she were the only thing between themselves and death.

Miraculously, their cell unlocked. Something long, hard and cold wrapped around his waist. He struggled, even as he felt himself be lifted from the ground and held against something edgy and cold. He heard Mya struggle too, but to no avail.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Air rushed around them as they moved. Screams, thuds, blackness.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The world flashed painfully with colour as they escaped outside. He couldn't see.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

“Everything will be fine, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

A familiar, soothing voice. Eddie. It was Eddie. Of course it was Eddie. Who else could carry himself and Mya at the same time?

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Except it wasn’t Eddie. For when his vision cleared, he immediately twisted from within the chilling grasp in order to see his best friend’s face.

A skeleton.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. boom boom

boom boom bo-

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Day 26: Dread

She had won. Halkial had caught him. Destroying Goralga wasn’t enough for the people of Halka; they all seemed hellbent on destroying every aspect of darkness. In order to achieve that, the easiest way would be to do the impossible: to kill Goralgon.

He was Darkness, after all.

If it were any other time, he would simply fight his way out and go into hiding, but he had been careless. He cared about Amir and Mya as if they were of Goralga. If he were to miraculously rebuild Goralga, Erakin would appoint them as rulers. Somehow, she knew this. Halkial was playing with his weaknesses, seeing how far he would go as if she were holding him by a thread, seeing how much he would struggle before it snapped.

Erakin was not prepared to let Halkial win.

However, whatever happened, if she so much as laid a finger on his friends (no, family even), he would personally destroy every nook and cranny of the infinite Halka even if it meant the end for him.

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Day 23: Sugar

Finally get to do something tea related!

Amir sauntered into the living room.

“Hey Eddie, I made you tea.”

He placed a mug (the design had long since faded) onto the little coffee table. Edward looked at it with confusion.

“Uh, you’re welcome”  Said Amir, handing Mya her tea before sinking into his Saturday beanbag and engaging in a conversation with his cousin.

Erakin felt… awkward. Amir had made him tea without his consent, but it would appear rude for him not to drink it. After all, he was his host.

“Oh yeah-” Amir suddenly turned back to Edward, motioning to a little red pot on the table- “I didn’t know how much sugar you took. Help yourself.”

Edward sighed. And so Erakin began the tedious task of pumping blood around his body of a disguise in order to get his organs working, before turning on his digestive system.

He then cautiously picked up a spoonful of sugar, and dropped it into his cup, spoon and all. His eyes bulged open. One spoon seemed like a rather small amount. Surely another five wouldn’t hurt?

Once he was satisfied with the amount of sugar in his milky tea, Edward took a large sip.

Bitter.

He added another few spoons of sugar, wary of Mya watching him from the corner of her eye.

Another sip. Still bitter.

It would have been rude to add more sugar, so he quickly gulped down the remainder of the drink, unaware of the strange faces he was making in the process.

“Um, Edward?” Said Mya. “You did mix it, right?”

Edward recoiled at the amount of sugar at the bottom of his mug.

That was the last time he would consume the food of Juldin.

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Day 22: Smoke, Fog and Haze

LATE?? AGAIN??? NAH

Through darkness, he could see clearly. Though technically, he couldn’t see at all. He could sense the darkness around him, and how it would bend and twist into shapes. He could absorb it or even darken it. He could realise when people felt anger, hatred or even sadness.

Through light, he was blind. Light was a piercing beam of pain, killing his darkness. He couldn’t see through light. He could only sense its presence. He couldn’t sense happiness, excitement or love. He didn’t know what those emotions felt like.

To Erakin, light was pain. If happiness brought pain, he wanted nothing to do with it.