Between the abundance of trees, faint sunlight had pierced through the branches and spotted the shadowed path with patches of light. Some lovely flowers blossomed up, emitting an off-setting aura that would normally set someone to the brink of insanity, sending one through a wave of nausea and hallucinations.
Of course, such a thing wouldn’t phase someone who seems to be rather insane as a default personality. Wylenora happily trotted along, exaggerating each step with a little bounce as a cheerful melody hummed its way through a closed smile. Nothing seemed possible in ruining her perfect day.
Not even the hand that hesitantly ghosted her shoulder, slowing turning her around in a curious manner as she met a face akin to her own -- half of her own, that is -- only to roughly slam her body against the nearest tree in a burst of rage and fury.
“What the hell have you done?!” Lenora didn’t even hold back despite technically knowing who she was speaking to. Sure, the person before her did personify both Wylona and herself split down the center, but she refused to acknowledge the abomination before her as someone connected to her. Instead she used more force into the shove, growling as the other only laughed at her futile efforts of intimidation. “Answer me already,” she spat in disgust at the other’s reaction. “Where IS she?!”
Spots dotted Wylenora’s vision as she laughed at the pain of her head snapping backwards against the rough bark she was being held against. It felt amazing to actually be in pain. To feel. To exist. Sure, laughing heartily in such a moment like this didn’t seem appropriate if she cared for her safety, but she never did care for such details.
Wylenora lightly tilted her head to the side, humming in thought as she pondered the question. Or, pretended to do so. “How should I know? Is this what having a sibling is like...sis..-?!”
A sharp slap immediately came into contact with her cheek, leaving a painful sting on her skin as well as an ache somewhere within her very skull. Somehow she found the sensation funny, but only smiled in response. “Well, I did sense her presence. Hehe, guess I’m the special one! I’m connected to the both of you, so I’ll always know what happens!”
Lenora only gripped the girl tighter, nails purposefully digging into her skin as she spoke through gritted teeth. “Just shut up. You disturb me to no end. I could end you instantly if I so wished...” The words trailed off as she struggled to maintain composure, letting her captive alter loose before shooting a piercing glare at the other. “What are you waiting for? Take me to her this instant.”
A light shrug and roll of the shoulders was all she received as a response, already setting off towards a predetermined path different from her original one. Lenora was already following a safe distance behind, a torch already prepared in advance to chase away the threat of darkness when the time came. Deep breaths and silent reassurances of her closest companion, her only friend, would surely be safe...right..?
All her composure shattered upon hearing the psycho’s words: “Sooo....which would you prefer to find first: Wylona’s body? Or her ghost?”
Summary: A long-ass drabble about an ancient spellbook that physically divides the alters into their own bodies before a teleportation spell distances them even further from one another
In other words: Wylona, Lenora, and Wylenora can be role-played with as actual individuals until I say otherwise
There was something about that strange, ancient book that she had found lying around, its pages worn and encased with a thickened layer of dust and dirt. If the strange alluring aura surrounding the air around it was trying to keep her away, she would never know. It didn’t have a legible cover on it, so the title could not be read no matter how hard the petite lady tried to decipher it. She decided to ignore it and flipped it open to a random page, not quite sure what she was searching for until she stopped, a specific page casting an ominous glow all on its own.
Curiosity had gotten the better of her, amber eyes skimming over the words she herself didn’t understand, but it mattered not. Something in her soul told her to not look away, to speak what is written before her regardless of if she knew how to or not, and her intuition is something she herself wouldn’t deny following.
Her mouth opened against her will, a melodious yet garbled sound being pulled out from her very voice box, a feeling of agony washing over her as each syllable was gagged and choked out. Nothing she tried would stop what was beginning to happen, and she was forced to accept and endure whatever fate awaited her. It was as frightening as it was fascinating.
The wind had picked up speed, making her garments flutter about, hair whipping and lashing violently against her body. Yet no matter what the weather hit her with, the words refused to stop flowing, numerous pages still flipping and shining until it had engulfed the area in a bright flash, a cry of mixed emotions tearing through the deafening silence that soon followed.
As the light retreated back to its natural state, the young girl let loose a cough, hoping to get rid of the bile taste that the unfamiliar language had left in her mouth, a feeling of loss residing inside her chest. What she had lost, she didn’t know, and it made her worry what she had just done.
It took a moment for her to finally sit up, soon realizing she had collapsed onto the ground once the trance was broken. While doing so, she saw her very own reflection doing the same across from her. A few seconds later did she suddenly recall an important detail: there were no mirrors here.
Before her was an exact replica of her moving in sync to her own actions. With closer inspection, there were noticeable differences that distinguished the clone from herself. The woman wore something similar to her dress minus the long baggy sleeves, her deep blue apron replaced with a snug corset accenting her figure. A white collar was clasped around her neck with a deep royal blue cross charm dangling from the center clasp. Her pale golden hair had become more of a sandy shade, its color noticeably lighter than her own.
What caught her attention even more was not just the fact that her hair was fastened up in a ponytail -- she herself does so from time to time. No, that wasn’t it at all. What got to her was the special charm she herself had personally made; an accessory made from real bird feathers with a mystical gem glowing gently within its base. A special aura gem that only someone she was always close to, but also distant from because of their circumstances, would wear.
She could no longer hold her silence, crimson eyes trapped within the entrancing golden glow of her alter “twin” sitting across from her, no longer a hallucination or a trick of the eye.
“Lenora..?”
“...Wylona, how...?”
The two stared at each other, not sure how or why this had happened, but one thing for sure was certain. They were actually spit up, divided as the individuals that they were supposed to be. It was as if a miracle has just happened. Who cares about the details!
A secret grin was shared among the physically united alters until a groan broke their silent stare-off, two pairs of eyes whipping around to the source of the sound. If there eyes were not already widened with shock, then it definitely would be at this point.
Before them was yet another replica, but oddly divided in the middle with features both girls shared. One side looked like an exact copy of Wylona, while the other half had a striking resemblance of Lenora. Even the manor of how the clothing was worn matched them equally -- although it was more of a twisted, sloppy version. The outfit’s color was rather dull and faded, an over-sized shirt boldly flashing the skin of her shoulder while the other half concealed her flesh. Luckily there was a tank top underneath, the whole attire complete with a lengthy skirt with uneven slashes and tears. Not to mention the blotches of red that seemed to have sunken in to the fabric. Whether it was her own or from someone else, the two refused to ask.
The appearance of their third alter, one the two ladies never entirely acknowledged as an actual alter, came as a shock that neither new how to comprehend. How would an individual -- correction, two individuals -- describe seeing someone that literally looks like they were both split in half and slapped together? It’s not something you’d see on a daily basis that’s for sure.
The newcomer lifter her gaze as well, her scarlet and golden eyes meeting both of theirs as a smile split across her emotionless face, making her seem strangely drowsy and zoned out form reality. Or perhaps psychotic, as the grin began to split wider if that was humanely possible. Luckily it stopped at some point.
“It’s me...Wylenora...you remember me, right? I exist now, you see me, right..?”
Her voice dragged on smoothly, void of emotion, yet insane undertones making the other two wince in response. Something about her seemed broken, distorted. Was this known as the pure madness the other two were always accused of being? Was this the alter created from all the anger, fear, and loss of self-control they tried so hard to pretend didn’t exist? Then again, it probably didn’t matter now, for it was too late to undo what was done.
What they also realized too late was that Wylenora was the one currently wielding that strange book that brought about this miracle...or, perhaps for better terms, a curse. It was already opened to a random page, whispers already being uttered from her grinning mouth as that absurd light began to manifest once more. Both Wylona and Lenora desperately lunged forwards in order to stop the spell from finishing.
Last thing all three girls remembered before being blinded into unconsciousness -- before being teleported into an unknown location, further distanced physically from one another -- were the expressions each alter displayed before them.
Wylona’s panicked cry of despair, tears sparkling and flowing freely from eyes shut tight as she feared what will become of them, especially herself.
Lenora’s narrowed glare, curse words flying out in a steady flow directed at the bizarre turn of events that she herself didn’t know to comprehend nor counter.
Wylenora’s absurdly cheerful laughter echoing around her, a mixed look of pain and pleasure for finally having a chance to partake in all of her secret, forbidden desires she had never once gotten a chance to try.
How to undo the spell, neither of the three truly know how, for the book had vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared in a flurry of hasty shadows. Until then, the three are physically living as their own individual selves, having to learn how to survive without the help of “switching out” like they normally would. Whether they will find one another and reunite, literally return to sharing the same body and co-inhabiting as “host” and alters, or forever remain divided, will depend on their luck, skill, and knowledge.
Also if they’re lucky enough to survive and not get themselves in trouble -- which is nearly an impossible task.
