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Prompt #4: Scale

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The Scales, as Daffodil full well knows, must always kept in balance.

If not in one way, then another.

She's sold enough goods, traded enough favors, to know that much.

It doesn't have to be a law of nature for it to be so, it's simply inevitable with how living beings work.

Every Closed Door will be Opened one day. Every Dream will end, with its Dreamer waking up. Many times, it's curiosity that drives such endings, as ridiculous as that is to claim.

But it's true.

A woman's partner experiments with a power source she never should have touched and the woman burns her soul within her creation to save that partner in exchange.

A man wants to know how to make life anew and kills a cat in the process. He brings it back, but it's still not quite the same. He regrets that more, than his fellow students that he slays.

A woman seeks heaven and perfection, treading on the bodies of twins and twins to do so. Only to go mad when that door finally opens to her.

Daffodil has seen many deny the price, only to pay in the end.

But this time...this time the Scales are not balanced towards her. No, this time is Daffodil's side that is too light.

For what do you do to pay someone who saved an entire existence? A life, of Daffodil's?

Why, pay it back with another life, that is all she can do.

Hope to do. And Daffodil, knowing her Scales must be weighed, gifts the far off mind of a lost Keeper a body.

Only that is only the first step to making all things Balance.

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Prompt #3: Seeing Things

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There's something tapping at the cabin door.

Elton doesn't get up to see what it is.

He already knows what he'll see: nothing, when he opens the door.

He lays down on his bunk, keeping his eyes closed. If he keeps them closed, he won't see his mother walk into the room with laundry on her hip. He won't see his childhood friends shoving each other and laughing.

He doesn't hear them because they're not there.

Nothing is. Not anymore.

(The tapping and visions go away when Miryam Awakens Celeste for him.)

(He can't decide if he misses them or not.)

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Prompt 2- Glow

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The water is warm to touch. Nice to swim in, Vortice thinks. And it makes a pretty green green glow when she touches. It'll be even brighter with kicking legs and moving arms swirling the glow up. Nice.

"Come on!"

Even nicer with friends.

Murphy scowls. Draws back. "No. I am busy, thank you very much."

Vortice tilts her head. "Murphy finish all snacks. Busy what?"

"How did you-" Murphy bristles, cheeks warming to red and her tentacles wiggling about her skirts. "No, never mind. I am a lady and a lady doesn't just- jump off into strange underground lakes!"

Sounds like an excuse to Vortice.

Or maybe Murphy is scared of the water?

"Water deep. Murphy good at swim? Not swim?"

"Of course I can swim." The young woman looks away, cheeks still flushed. "It's just- I don't swim around others. That's all. No swimming."

Oh, it's because Murphy is what is called embarrassed. Vortice doesn't really get that, but Naulita goes like that sometimes when she feels particularly bad about not remembering something.

Embarrassed isn't fun, that's what Vortice knows. But...she tugs at her hair. But there's only Vortice and Murphy here, in this lake deep in the earth. No one to embarrass.

"Ookay."

"Good." Murphy relaxes.

Shouldn't have. Makes it easy for Vortice to just grab her arm just so and heave her over her shoulder, jumping into the lake.

"How dare-!" The complaint breaks off into a shriek as they hit the water.

The water that glow around them as Voritce easily kicks up to the surface with Murphy in her arms. Water that glows with each movement made.

"See? Pretty. Fun. No embarrass!"

Murphy looks wet, as she folds her arms over her chest. "Well, I guess it is pretty." A tentacle reaches out to prod at the surface, bringing up the green glow with the touch. "And since my clothes are ruined already..."

"Fine! You win! Put me in, I'm swimming!"

Vortice cheers. "Yay!"

She knew Murphy would want to play in the glow-water. She knew!

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Prompt #7: Spiral

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A Spiral curves around and around and around. A shell of a nautilus is a spiral, a spiral built repeated chambers, each one built just a little bit bigger than before.

Such is the nature of his reign as God King.

Though this time, his body is the smallest it's ever been, so almost the opposite of a nautilus. Truly ridiculous.

The sea rises, Lemuria falls, it all repeats. Again and again.

How many times has it been, since the first? Since when he still tried to hold his land together desperately with his power, instead just putting them to a restful sleep?

Too many times. Beyond counting.

Dissolution is merely another symptom of that, he knows. Chewing memories away until no one is aware of how much they've lost, let allow how it all repeats.

The humans of this Mythag are arrogant, in thinking they can stave the tide in any way beyond the temporary.

His people thought that too, and look where that got him. In this endless loop. Fixing nothing not because it won't stay fixed, but because every attempt makes it worse.

He watches. He waits.

Because this particular Keeper...

That's new.

He hasn't met one like that before.

Let us see where this leads, Tulu thinks.

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Prompt #9: Flower

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Horla hums quietly to herself as she carefully weeds the flowers of this little garden patch she's found herself.

It's not a true garden, not really, nothing up to beauty and talent she's seen in the past. But it's...nice. To have somewhere to go see flowers, away from where she currently stays as an Awakener.

(It reminds her of Colette, from those sweeter days.)

But that's not all for today. Because today, there is someone laying among the flowers. Someone entirely new.

A young man, nearly as holey and patchy as herself, curled up among the peonies. Sleeping.

Not an ordinary young man, no, for this one has wings. She can also sense...her fingers brushing along flower petals. Silver. "An Awakener."

Horla clears her throat. "Ah, hello? Are you alright?"

She has to repeat herself one more time before the young man stirs. And stirs with a jerk to life, nearly springing into the sky with large black wings right away.

"Oh! Don't fly away, it's alright, you can stay!"

The young man's wings pause as he warily looks at her behind white bangs. Bangs with a few green feathers perking through here and there.

"...who are you? You're...different?"

"I'm Horla." She curtsies, because that's manners. "It's nice to meet you."

"Horla. I'm Castor and-" The young man's eyes suddenly go wide. "It's daytime, Pollux-! I have to go!"

And just like that, a woosh of wings that cause petals to fly up everywhere, this Castor is gone. A black blot in the sky rapidly vanishing.

Horla watches him go, fingers rubbing against each other. There's a poem in this, isn't there? Something about petals and feathers, black and green...

With a dash of pink.

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Prompt #5: Bound

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The chains keep Salvador trapped in place. Kneeling.

He can feel his blood dripping down his wrist, down where the metal is taut against his skin.

A particularly cruel trapping, a mocking from the Lightbearers. At least he was able to handle the beasts that they sent after him, before they pinned him in place. Before those beasts could wander off to attack innocent souls with their chains.

The feel of a familiar soul moving into his range. Cold, patchworked, achingly beautiful in what he can sense of it.

"Ah, is your god that demands such a cruel binding, priest?"

Doresain.

"Or is this your choice alone?"

A heavy sigh. Salvadaor feels the breath on his face, as its source presumably squats down next to him. A few moments later, he can feel tugging at the chains.

An attempt to loosen them.

"When I said that your religion keeps you trapped, this is not what I meant. You do not have to do this to heal the other followers of your...Silver Flame."

Oh. So Doresain thinks he has done to himself of his own will. That's alright. The man doesn't need to know what really happened.

Only pain lies that way.

Salvador finds his words on cracked lips and tongue. "But if I do not heal them, who will?"

A hand tracing along his shoulder, along one of the deeper wounds. "Who will, indeed."

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Prompt #8: Freedom

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Freedom

Is that what this is?

Murphy...doesn't know. She stands on the pier, staring off at the sea horizon like she's done many times before. Only this time, there are no guards, no other Seafarers.

Only her.

On her own.

It seems too big, all of a sudden. No rituals to carry out, no raids to order. What does she do?

She's rubbing at her arms now, pale tentacles reaching to wrap about her bared flesh as well.

The Keeper...has done so much for her. It would be unfair to demand more of them, no matter how her heart aches. They'll see each again, she's certain, in another time, another place. But there are things to happen, for both of them, before that fated meeting.

What do we do now? The infant god pulses inside of her breast. A question to be answered.

"We'll just have to see, won't we?"

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Prompt #10: Free Day

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"This is...strange." Leonora brushes her finger against the wall of the...space she's in. Feels slick. Bubbly.

Around here is dark puddles. But they don't feel like D-Slime does, always creeping and pressing at her mind. Trying to eat her memories away.

Everywhere else...is too bright for something invaded by Dissolution. Even the World of Poetry wasn't this brightly colored. Brightly colored coral things bob about, with fish swimming through the air.

A Lemurian-inspired fever dream, she would call it. She wonders if Tulu would enjoy the place, with a small chuckle.

"No, probably not. Too much light for a good nap."

"What is something like you doing here?"

With a half-stifled shriek, Leonora whirls around, brandishing her Silver Key.

Something blinks at her, four eyes in a blank face half marked by a swirl of Darkness.

"Little gods don't fall this far into the Dark without reason. What is yours?"

The speaker creeps closer into the glow of the Key, exposing a long body that's finned like a fish, speckled in iridescence that changes colors every time Leonora blinks.

Its chest is cracked open, with a pulsing heart inside, and four arms have split off from it. Silver hair swirls in the invisible water that isn't.

Leonora finds her words. "First of all, I'm not a god, I'm a mortal."

Mostly. She chose that, she bled for that. Besides, being called a god makes her think of that Blind Dumb One and she isn't...that. At all.

"Second, who are you to be down here?"

"This one?" Ear fins flick back and forth, growing and shrinking with each movement. One hand pats at the sternum. "This one is the Radiant Nightmare and you, little god that isn't, have crossed into the Realm of Dreams."

The lower face splits open to reveal rows and rows of teeth.

Leonora doesn't even blink. "Dreams? There's a specific place for that now?"

The Radiant Nightmare shrugs, an odd motion with two sets of shoulders. "There always was. This is where Dreams..." A hand is waved. "Happen. You're outside yours, so you must be looking for something specific you can't find in one. What is it?"

Something that she can't find in her Dreams and she knows it...Leonora's throat closes up. There's one person that fits the bill, isn't there?

"Ramona. I'm looking for Ramona." She tries for a weak smile. "She has hair like yours, actually."

"Ramona..." The Radiant Nightmare tastes the name on its lips. "Hmmm. That may be something indeed."

"But." That long body shapes itself around Leonora, a snake with a mouse in its center, curved about her in a trap.

"Feed me a Dream of yours, little not-god, and we'll see we can find this Ramona of yours, hm?"