For a couple months (give or take) i’ve been writing a Måneskin fanfiction that I look forward to sharing. I had gotten the inspiration while I attended Damiano’s concert back in December, and a few months later I finally decided to act on the idea. This work is called Ghost.
Lana is a normal teenager living in Seattle. She has a normal life, a brother, and friends, as well as being downright obsessed with Måneskin. She never thought that the day she finally sees them live in October of 2022, she would die in a car crash. As a ghost, which she soon discovered she was, she discovered she was bound at any one moment to one of the members of Måneskin. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t interact with anything, and nobody could see her. For 3 years, she floated around as a ghost, following Måneskin closely, unable to do anything.
Then finally, someone sees her. After three years, Ethan is able to see her, and so is everyone else in the band, but only them. But with all the time she’s spent as a ghost, she’s tired and wants to join the afterlife, as well as figure out what happened at her death. How can everyone in Måneskin help her figure out her death, herself, and how to finally leave the earth, all while dealing with their own solo projects?
I really enjoy this project and portraying a character who has some similar flaws as the author, such as slightly obsessive behavior, passive decision making, and low self esteem. I also enjoy digging into supernatural elements and keeping the timeline of what everyone in Måneskin is doing as accurate as possible (obviously with some creative liberty and inaccuracies).
I spent a while working on the prologue which introduces my main character and how she dies, and also introduces a dear friend of her who is quite important. I have made character designs in Gacha Life 2 (yes, yes I did) of my characters.
This is Lana, our Måneskin-obsessed main character. Regular ass teenager. Except you might notice she glows blue and has a lowered opacity, as well as has a wound on her head. All of that is related to the fact that she’s dead and a ghost. Her outfit is the same thing she wore to the concert, as it’s not like she could change it. She’s remained physically the same all three years. She’s supposed to be 19, but she’s permanently 16.
This is Paisley. Paisley is Lana’s brother’s girlfriend, and also a great friend of Lana. She’s 19 at the time of the incident, and 22 during the main story. She found Eurovision as a common interest between her and Lana, and they were fast friends. She was in fact, the person who accompanied Lana to the concert. However, Paisley isn’t the greatest influence, and insisted on driving home after the concert despite being intoxicated. You can guess how that ended up.
I’ve written the prologue 3 chapters and am almost done with the 4th, but I am unsure on how long writing the other ones will take. I have made the plan to upload a chapter once a month because I don’t know how consistently I’ll be able to write. If I find I’m able to finish chapters faster, I might increase the upload rate. Right now, though, I’m just unsure. So I plan to upload a chapter the first of every month, so I will upload the prologue on July 1st on Wattpad. If I’m asked to upload on AO3, I might do that as well.
If you’ve read this all the way through, thank you, and I hope you will read my story. My Wattpad is in my Bio!
Riza had a feeling that something was going to happen soon, she only wished she knew what.
Standing in the shadows of a cave opening, the woman stared at the horizon. The dark sea stretched out in every direction around her, a sight she had become familiar with since childhood. And just like any other night high beside the sea, it was cold and snowing, not the ideal weather for a jungle fey.
Wrapping her bright wings around herself tightly, the fey did not move despite what her instincts told her. Some part of herself said she needed to be here.
But again, for what?
Looking towards the sky Riza took in the position of the moon, it was nearing midnight from what she could guess, and she wanted to return to her nest. She had several things planned the next day, and being well rested would insure she got everything done with time to spare.
Just as she turned to leave she took one last look at the cloudy and star filled sky, and saw a dark figure quickly moving through it. Flying through the clouds was another fey, most likely a scout returning late she thought at first.
But it wasn't.
Looking closer she realized that it was two fey, one carrying the other. Never a good sign.
Watching as the figure flew closer and landed before her she was greeted by the sight of Conall, the leader of the forest clans, and in his arms was a woman Riza had never seen before. The woman was pale, dressed in long black clothing, and a forest fey based on the shape of her dark taloned wings.
“She’s injured,” Conall said, worry lacing his deep voice. “I pulled her from the sea.”
Closing the distance between them Riza examined the unconscious woman. There were no obvious injuries to be found at first glance. But when running her fingers over the woman's sides to check for broken ribs, she felt something warm on the woman's damp dress.
Pulling her hand back, the tips of her fingers reflected in the silver moonlight.
Blood.
“Come with me.”
Being incredibly grateful that she was a healer, Riza led Conall to a small cave with a few barren nest, gesturing towards one. Conall layed the hurt woman down and took a step back, giving Riza room to work.
“Where exactly did you find her?” Riza asked as she examined the tear that covered the woman's wound.
“Near the human kingdom, just off the coast.” Of course the humans were involved with this, their kind had been slaughtering fey for centuries.
“Wake another healer. Tell them to bring water and bandages.”
Accepting his task Conall left the room, leaving Riza with the bleeding woman. Quickly checking to see if the woman was breathing properly, thankfully she was, Riza removed the woman’s dress to reveal the injury. It was wasn't too big, probably no bigger than a plumb seed from what she could tell, but was steadily oozing dark blood.
Hearing the beating of wings only minutes later, Riza turned to where Conall had left to see another fey rushing towards her. Ranev, skilled forest healer she had worked with many times before.
“How bad is it?” Ranev asked as she began to wet rags from the water-skin she carried. Taking a moment first to check the unconscious woman’s pulse and temperature.
“I’m not sure. The wound seems small, but her magic hasn’t began to heal her yet.” Riza trailed off as she spoke, normally a fey’s magic, no matter how strong or weak, would have already healed a injury like this. So why wasn't hers? Something wasn’t right.
As she began using one of the rags to clean away the blood she quickly found her answer. Or, heard it.
Motioning for Ranev to stop, Riza listened to what she could just barley hear. Leaning closer to the woman’s side she could hear the sound of quiet sizzling. Like the sound of meat being cooked.
“Iron.”
Riza had hardly heard the other healer speak as she placed her hand just above the wound, focusing on the magic that flowed through her as she called if forward to collect into her open hand. Thick strands of golden light wove itself around Riza’s brown fingers, curling and swaying slowly before delving into the wound.
Feeling through the golden energy, Riza traveled deep into the wound until she felt something unnatural. Something burning and draining. Pushing her magic further to curl around the iron Riza pulled with vigor, but the iron hardly moved. For a moment she thought that she would not be able to remove it, feeling her magic being slowly drained itself. But to her relief the iron eventually gave away, sliding out of the wound with nothing but a wet squelch.
Dropping the iron bolt onto a discarded rag both healers watched as the wound quickly shrunk to half of its size, not fully healed, but it would surely help stop the bleeding. Using the bandages the two women wrapped both the iron wound and any other bleeding injuries the woman had, which was thankfully not many. Once finished, Ranev dressed the woman in a long skirt before removing the wrap on the woman’s head and turning her to lay on her side, fanning out her dark wings like a blanket.
“It’s a good thing you’re a spiritual,” Ranev said quietly as she collected the bloodied rags that surrounded them, “I wouldn’t have been able to remove the iron myself. It would have inevitably killed her.” She was right unfortunately. As a spiritual fey Riza had trained for years to control her magic to her fullest ability. But she was still years away from fully mastering her skill to the level the elders had.
Leaving to tell Conall that the woman would live, Ranev bid Riza goodbye. Riza had ultimately decided to stay with the woman for the remainder of the night, wanting to make sure nothing went wrong with the woman’s health.
Making herself comfortable on one of the empty nest Riza attempted to fight the urge to immediately fall asleep, thinking of how the world outside of the nest of origin was becoming even more dangerous for her kind. But even the stressful thoughts of a still dangerous world could not stop sleep from overtaking her.
Hours later the fey awoke rubbing the sleep from her eyes, taking in the now bright room of the late morning. Sitting up and stretching out her wings, Riza looked at the the still sleeping woman across from her. Thankfully she was still breathing, and hadn’t moved at all during the night.
Finding the discarded rag from the night before, Riza couldn’t help but stare at the iron bolt that it held. The humans were getting far more creative with their weaponry. And if they could down a fully grown fey with such a small piece of iron, then what else were they capable of?
Okay, so I finally mustered up the motivation to finally write my Pokemon Rejuvenation fanfic, and the first draft of my prologue is done! I’ll be editing it over time, but I’ll post it up here so people can enjoy it as well. I also like hearing from you guys, so if you liked it please do provide some constructive feedback on how I can do better. So, without further ado, here’s the beta prologue chapter :D
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Phantasmal Arboret was a strange land, many would say.
It is not a place that you can find on any map, nor is it somewhere that can be reached by mundane means. Only those permitted by its sole inhabitant could hope to enter the mystical realm. And the process of gaining her approval was not an easy feat, for it is only once in a blue moon would she willingly appear before humans. Even then, she does not and will not hand over this privilege lightly, for she is highly particular about the people she lets into her beloved abode.
It is, for this reason, that Phantasmal Arboret had been untouched for centuries. Millennia, even. Until tonight, that is.
For tonight, beneath the watchful gaze of the dazzling full moon, Phantasmal Arboret welcomes its first visitor in a very long time. A girl of sixteen years, all but dead to the realm atop a bed of flowers in a mist-filled clearing.
She stirred, roused by the gentle caresses of a soft breeze, yet did not wake. Only when her ears caught what sounded like a voice did she arise, dazed, eyes still bleary with sleep. She glanced around, silently taking in the tranquillity of her surroundings, until something - several, actually - dawned upon her.
One, she’s in a forest.
Two, she lived nowhere near a forest. Nothing significant, except for the fact that she called a tropical region home. And there are no forests in such climes - only jungles and rainforests.
And three, there was not a soul in sight. So whose voice did she hear?
Jolted awake by shock and urgency, she hurriedly rose to her feet, almost stumbling over in her haste to get up. There was a faint giggle in the air.
“My, did I startle you?” teased the Voice, though she could detect a hint of sheepishness in her words. “Apologies. That is not my intention.”
The girl said nothing, opting to simply shake her head.
“Do you know your name?” asked the Voice politely.
Her brows furrowed at the innocent question, but it isn’t clear whether it was done out of deep contemplation or a genuine distress borne from not knowing the answer. Perhaps it had been somewhere between the two possibilities. Either way, she did not respond immediately, letting the question roll around in her mind for a while before she spoke.
“...Hauyne,” she said, hesitantly. “That’s my name.”
“Good,” the Voice breathed a sigh of relief, though she wasn’t exactly sure why. “I had feared that your time in the chasm had worn your mind away to the point of no return. I’m glad to see that this isn’t the case.”
Chasm? What chasm? Why had she been in this chasm, whatever it is?
Countless questions swirled within Hauyne’s mind, though she made no attempt to voice it out despite her confusion. She was certain that she hadn’t been any chasms; after all, the last thing she remembered was settling in for the night, still buzzing from the victory of finishing her latest challenge run of her favourite game: Pokémon Rejuvenation.
How could she not, when the run would’ve ended in failure if it weren’t for a timely critical hit from her Togekiss’s Dazzling Gleam? It was still a spectacular win, even if it was sheer dumb luck that saved the run in the end.
…The point is, she definitely did not recall leaving her house. And she was pretty sure that she didn’t have a history of sleepwalking.
“...Ah, but where are my manners?” rambled the Voice, startling her back to reality. She had almost forgotten that she was in the middle of a conversation with a disembodied Voice.
Without warning, the whole world was engulfed in an endless sea of white. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, everything returned to normal. Or, at least, as normal as it gets for someone stunned by the abrupt change in brightness and still blinking stars out of her eyes. By the time she recovered from the unexpected flashbang, there was now a woman standing in her midst, her hands folded in front of her.
“My name is Variya,” the woman introduced herself with a genial smile, acting as if she hadn’t just given her guest vertigo with her flashy entrance. “And I have a proposal to ask of you.”
“Variya?” she repeated, a glint of recognition in her eyes. “You’re…”
“I see that you’ve heard of me,” mused Variya, a thoughtful look crossing her face. Then, she smiled. “Well. That makes things easier. You are fully aware of what I am about to request of you, yes?”
Hauyne nodded. “To assume the role of the Interceptor and save your world, right?”
“Indeed,” Variya inclined her head slightly, her countenance taking on a serious demeanour. “Soon, a great Calamity shall befall my beloved home, and only the Interceptor may deliver it from its fate. You are our best candidate for the role.”
“Why?” asked Hauyne, frowning. “I have no stake in this.”
“Quite the contrary, my dear,” Variya countered with an odd, enigmatic smile. “You have something we don’t. Something that could very well turn the tides of this conflict. Do you know what it is?”
Hauyne’s eyes widened, a sense of understanding dawning upon her. Then, she frowned. “But that doesn’t explain why I should accept your proposal. Nor does it tell me why of all the players out there, you chose me.”
“Let’s say you accepted my proposal and became the Interceptor,” began Variya. “With your metaknowledge and the ability to defy fate without suffering the consequences, what’s stopping you from altering the fates of those you care about? Perhaps you could have given them the life they never could have.”
She would never admit it, but the offer was starting to get tempting. Call it foolish sentimentality, but she had gotten attached to those little pixels representing the main cast on her screen as she travelled Aevium. The notion that she could help them secure a better future than what was previously plausible had been planted in her head, and there was no way Hauyne could have shaken it off now. It was simply too tantalising for her to dismiss it.
“As for your second inquiry,” continued Variya, either oblivious to or ignoring Hauyne’s contemplative state. “I called for you, simply because you were the only one who heard my pleas for help.”
Hauyne said nothing, only offering a quiet nod in understanding.
“So what will be your answer?” proposed Variya, looking at Hauyne with anticipation. “Do you accept, or will you refuse?”
“Let’s say I refuse,” said Hauyne, crossing her arms across her chest. “What will you do?”
Variya seemed taken aback at the hypothetical she suggested, if the sudden flinching was of any indication. Her verdant eyes gleamed with some emotion she couldn’t identify, or perhaps emotions, and for a moment Hauyne feared that she had somehow gotten ahead of herself. Before she could even spit out a hasty apology, Variya spoke.
“...I will return you from whence you came from,” the woman said carefully, speaking with a measured pace as though afraid that she would lose her composure if she were to go any faster. “And I shall select from the remaining candidates in the hopes that one will accept their role. You may wash your hands clean of this affair and carry on with your life, whatever it may be.”
Hauyne said nothing, but one could plainly see the turmoil of conflicting emotions raging within her eyes.
“I will ask again: will you become the saviour that my world needs?”
“...Yes,” Hauyne replied, after a moment of hesitation. “I have nothing to return to, so might as well.”
Variya beamed, this time a genuine expression of joy and gratitude. “Thank you.”
A familiar sigil illuminated from beneath Hauyne’s feet, bathing the entire clearing in holy light. She jumped back, surprised, yet she couldn’t help but stare at the sigil underneath her in awe. It was the sigil of the Core: the source of the Interceptor’s powers, and also the heart of the planet that Pokémon call home. With it, she could…
“Interceptor, oh great Interceptor,” Variya said, reverence in her tone as she bowed imploringly at Hauyne. “Please deliver the world from its fate.”
Brilliant light erupted from the sigil, engulfing everything into a sea of white. Then, darkness, and the sensation of falling… falling… falling…
A huge thank you to kmbell92, on Wattpad, for her beautiful work on Brave! I honestly haven't seen many Neville Longbottom Fan fictions out there and was so glad when I found this awesome writer.
I strongly suggest for every Harry Potter Fan to check out her story's, as ‘Brave’ isn't her only Harry Potter Fan fiction.
I also recommend this author to people with little patience as she sometimes updates her story's multiple times a day.
My Summery of the book so far.
This story is about a brave and strong little (but big in spirit) girl that discovers a new world and new friends. read how she tries to give Neville more love and confidences and try to solve the mystery of the grim potions master.
