Fable Writings - Prompts, Applications, Etc

[Alantica]

A place to store my applications and prompts :3 to help keep continuity in lore in all my applications.

Table of Contents:
Vesca Lore - Application
Alaunos Lore - Application
Selene Lore - Application

[Alantica]

Fable: Vesca - Derived from Fragaria Vesca, the scientific name for wild strawberries

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The smell of delicious street food fills the air as Vesca blends into the crowds in this bustling trade town.

“Chicken Skewers for 5 coppers!”
“Roasted Potatoes, only 3 coppers!”
“Pouch Breads!! Two for 15 coppers!”

Vesca can feel herself salivate as she tries to push through the crowd. Her “excuse me please,” blending into the surrounding voices. A building with a pestle and mortar sign could be seen as she breaks through the crowds finally. The heavy oak door creaks open as she puts all her weight against the door. A jingle rings through the air as Vesca drags herself into the shop exhausted from the “fight” with the crowds. The fable behind the counter turns to the front with a warm smile.

“Hello, welcome to Pestle and Mortar, how may I help you.”

Vesca breathes a sigh of relief as she makes her way over to the counter.

“I need a sun blossom healing potion please.”

The cashier nods, “Oh you got our last one. Lots of folks have been catching the cold sickness that has been going around. It’ll be 65 coppers.”

The coppers clanked against the counter.

“1..2… 65.. Yep 65 Coppers. Thank you.”

The potion thuds onto the counter, its’ yellowy orange hue sparkling in the light. Vesca gently places the potion into her bag making sure it was cushioned between her jacket.

Vesca gives the cashier a courtesy nod and steels herself to head back into the crowd. She pushes the heavy oak door.

“Please come again!”

The smell of the street food once again overtakes her sense of smell. Should I get anything to eat?
Vesca shakes her head. The money pouch feels much lighter after purchasing the necessities. Worrying about how long she can stay at the inn with what’s left in case she doesn't recover enough, she dives back into the crowd hoping to get home safely.

Vesca breaks out of the crowd finally being able to catch her breath and heads down the residential streets. The inn sits at the corner of the street with a small bakery and grocery stand. Inside the innkeeper welcomes her back and Vesca gives her a courtesy nod as well. She drags herself up the stairs to the third floor. The keys’ jingle echoes as she unlocks and pulls the door open.

Finally, I can rest.

Vesca carefully places her potion onto the night stand and pulls out her water flask next. She plops down onto the bed, her eyes feeling immediately heavy as her head hits the pillow. Before she allows herself to fall asleep, she grabs the sun blossom healing potion, drinking the whole bottle and gently places the now empty bottle back on the nightstand. The darkness of slumber overtakes her immediately.

The light hits her eyes, waking her as the birds chirp. As she expects, her throat is as dry as a desert. She reaches over to grab her flask and take a large gulp of water. A sigh of relief escapes her mouth as the water revitalizes her throat. She looks in the mirror noting her better complexion. Her mind finally registering the scent of breakfast wafting up from below, she stretches and gets ready to head down to the dining area.

The innkeeper gives Vesca a warm smile and greets her, “ Good morning, you look much better today.”

Vesca sheepishly smiles, “Was it that noticeable?”

The innkeeper gives a hearty laugh, “I've been in this business for a while now. I noticed a lot of things from our travelers. Sorry to keep you, go on and have breakfast.”

Vesca thanks her and swiftly moves toward the delicious fresh bread from next door as her stomach reminds her of the missing meals from yesterday. The warm bread melts the butter as soon as they touch. The berry jam then is spread on top, completing the breakfast. The creamy butter mixed with the sweet jam swirl and mix in Vesca’s mouth making sure the decision to grab a second is sealed. Content with the delicious meal, she thanks the innkeeper and heads back to her room. She grabs her money pouch and counts the coins jangling inside. 1 gold, 6 slivers, 30 coppers… Should be enough for a while now I don’t need more medicine. Now feeling better, she decides that it is time to explore the town. The town wasn’t originally on Vesca’s travel plans as it is not very popular with the tourists. It’s usually just business folks who come and go. The bread was delicious, so let's go to the bakery first. Vesca swings her bag on and goes next door to the bakery.

It was a small shop with a few plants outside. A jingle rings as she enters. The smell of fresh bread baking immediately hits her. Rustic yet colorful baked goods placed like jewels in a showcase. Vesca walks over to the pastry case and examines them as they glitter in the sun.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

Vesca looks up from the pasties to see a warm fable smiling.

“Hello, what do you recommend?”

The fable contemplates for a bit before replying,

“Ruby berries are in season right now so I would highly recommend the ruby berry scone and puff pastry.”

Vesca nods in acknowledgement, “I’ll take one of each please.”

The fable moves towards the pastry and places them in a paper bag, “That’ll be 20 Coppers.”

Vesca counts out the 20 coppers and places it on the counter.

“Thank you, here you go and enjoy your treats! Please come again.”

Grabbing the pastry, Vesca leaves the bakery deciding to head to the garden and park the inkeeper mentioned on the first day here. The entrance of the garden was an arch of willow bloom flowers and dense bush like trees acted as a fence. The refreshing floral scent wafts through as Vesca passes under the flowers and into the garden. Flowers of all kinds are in bloom sending a sweet floral scent through the air as the wind gently passes through. Vesca spots a bench under a tree and swiftly moves to claim it. Now able to rest, she opens up the bag as the scent of fresh pastry and ruby berries drifts out. First the puff pastry. Vesca bites down, a soft crunch through the layers of pastry and the warm center of ruby berries fills her mouth. The buttery layers and perfect sweetness of the center of the pastry are divine. Not able to hold back, she finishes the pastry in three additional bites and turns her attention to the scone. She picks up the scone, so pillowy and soft. Deciding she would purchase another scone or three.. tomorrow to have with the inn’s clotted cream and jam, she just as quickly devours the scone. She wipes her mouth and places the paper bag and napkin into her bag to toss later. Since I’m here already, let’s look at the flowers. She admires the flowers noting how much care and attention they are given. Flowers the color of the rainbow resided at every corner of the garden, showing off their luscious beauty. As the evening approaches, Vesca decides to head back to the inn.

The innkeeper once again greets her as she enters the inn.

“Welcome back, how was your day? Most folks only stay a day or two so it’s been great having you here.”

Vesca smiles and replies,

“It was great! Thank you for telling me about the garden! It’s beautiful.”

The innkeeper's face visibly lights up,

“Folks here usually don’t have enough time to visit but I’m so happy you did! You should meet the crew who upkeeps the garden. I think the florist gardener’s assistant will be there tomorrow to tend the flowers.”

Vesca smiles excitedly, “I will be sure to visit again tomorrow!”

They bid their farewells to each other as Vesca heads back up the stairs to her room. I would love to learn more about the flowers! It’ll be great for my studies.

Accepting an early morning tomorrow, Vesca gets ready for bed. Not realizing how tired she was, her eyes immediately closed and slumber took over.

The sun once again wakes Vesca. First, let’s get some more scones! Once dressed, she rushes to the bakery with a short greeting to the innkeeper. The bakery was busier today than it was yesterday but the fable at the counter did not fail to greet her.

“Hello again, did you like the items from yesterday?”

Vesca replies not looking up and still glancing around at the baked goods, “Yes! It was delicious and I am here to purchase more!”

The fable chuckles, “Thank you, we put a lot of effort in the recipe and I’m glad you liked it. What can I get you today?”

Vesca finally looks up with a shine in her eyes, “Three ruby berry scones and two ruby berry puff pastries please!”

“You really really liked them. Coming right up.”

Rummaging in her money pouch, she places a sliver onto the counter.

“Thank you and here’s your change.”

The 50 coppers jingle in her pouch as she scoops them in.

“And here’s your pastries.”

Vesca thanks her and heads back to the inn, ready to consume her breakfast. She grabs an empty seat once she has the condiments and silverware ready. The scones are gently placed onto the plate. I’m so ready. Vesca pulls apart the first scone and spreads clotted cream on the top half and carefully adds jam on top to avoid removing the clotted cream. The first bite is a burst of flavors. The creamy and tart flavors mesh together in harmony. The three scones disappear quickly into Vesca’s now satisfied stomach. Time to head back to the garden. Vesca places the puff pastries into her bag and strolls over to the garden.

As she once again passes under the flower arch, her eyes meet another fable’s who’s in the middle of trimming a flower bush. For some reason, Vesca feels a bit of nervousness creep up. She walks closer to the other fable and introduces herself,

“Hello, my name is Vesca? Are you the assistant gardener?”

The other fable quietly replies, “Yes, I am.”

A smile spread across Vesca's face, “What’s your name and can you tell me more about these flowers?”

A small smile creeps up the other fable’s face, “Oh, my name is Chrysopoleia. Sure, let me show you around.”

The breeze flows through bringing a sweet scent of flowers. The light, so warm and comforting. This day will be forever imprinted in Vesca’s soul.

Some say it’s fate, some say it’s chance. Either way I was so glad to meet you. Now I can have all the pastries I want!

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Notes:
Plants mentioned:


Currency System: (Subject to change :0)
1 Gold = 10 Sliver = 100 Copper

Other Fable named in story:
Chrysopoleia

[Alantica]

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Fable: Alaunos - However one mustn't speak "Her" name if not a deity themselves. "Her" name is mostly lost to time.

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A cathedral stands imposingly at the center of the city where it always seems sunny, its marble structure tall and grand with doors so large it could accommodate a giant. The front displays a set of stained glass showing their depiction of the goddess to all who visit. The soft sound of hymns could be heard drifting out the cathedral. The sun shines softly down giving everything an ethereal glow.

Your footsteps echo against the marble stairs as you make your way into the cathedral passing through the doors almost five times your height. The inside of the cathedral seems even more breathtaking than the exterior. Your eyes move towards the center where the priest is softly giving sermons to the small crowd at the front pews. Trying not to disturb them, you walk over to the back of the crowd, sitting down the pew behind the crowd.

“The Goddess of light and warmth, who brought us the rays of the sun. She who blessed our lands with life. May she look down upon us mortals and give us grace for another day.”

The crowd mumbles their acknowledgement allowing the priest to complete his current sermon. As the crowd slowly disperse, you walk up to the priest who was already preparing for the next sermon. You give him a knowing smile as he looks up recognizing you. He does a quick nod and picks up an old looking book.

He warns as he hands you this ancient book, “You may not take this out the church but our church's door is open twenty four hours everyday rain or shine. You are welcome to come back anytime to continue.”

As your hands grab the book, you feel a warmth emanating from the book. You nod in acknowledgement as you head back to the spot you sat previously. Taking a deep breath you open up the book. The ancient language of Iliad covers the pages.

“To those who believed in me during the first and second great calamity. I will remember your honor and forever fight to hold up the peace of our lands.”

A depiction of the goddess is painted below this statement. Turning the page, it starts the story of the Sun Goddess.

“When the world was dark, cold, and desolate, the gods and goddesses born from Gaia brought life to the world. Our dearest and most gracious Sun Goddess was born then. As “She” graced our skies allowing the rays of light to touch the ground, the warmth breathed life into the lands. The once bare wastelands of our world flourished and so mortals slowly began to appear with an appearance reflecting their gods and goddesses. The Sun Goddess lead us believers to a land of abundance, blessing us with prosperity. Our fertile lands allowed us faithful believers to never go hungry. To repay and share “Her” generosity, we built the first cathedral with materials from the plentiful mines dotting the lands.”

You look up realizing that this was the original cathedral our ancestors built in honor of the Sun Goddess. New folks have arrived and started praying. Soft whispers of “May the Goddess bless us,” drift through the crowd. Looking back down at the scripture, you flip the page.

“The Sun Goddess’s valent fight in the First Calamity will forever be etched in history. When the God of Nature was corrupted by the curse of The Void, our wondrous Sun Goddess’s power of purification kept our lands free from the The Void allowing us to accept survivors giving them stability. Our lands could grow wheat, rice, grass, and more allowing us to raise animals. We were blessed to have the ability to feed ourselves with little worry about The Void. However, we were worried about our Goddess and so we built smaller churches at the outskirts. We prayed everyday to offer our minute spirituality to the Goddess. As the war against The Void continued, “She” worked with the God of Death to create a mythical item which can purify The Void. The item drew the holy energies from both Gods to purify their friend resulting in The Void to shrink back. This took much of their spirituality and “They” could not descend to the mortal world for the time being.”

You flip the page again to see second hand accounts about the First Calamity. You quickly flip through them all as there wasn’t much information wanted. Just some tidbits about how the void corrupted crops making them inedible and how the waters became much more violent caught your attention. At the next page it wrote, “Once the Goddess regained “Her” strength. “She” once again visited the mortal realm. However, in the time “She” was gone, the world had once again became turbulent. So “She” used “Her” domain of prophecy to see the future and to give a revelation to us mortals. “The Second Calamity was soon to happen.” Fear rippled through the community as we prepared for another war against The Void.”

The church bells ring as you look up to see night has fallen. You reluctantly close the book and headed towards the front where the priest was resting now. The priest nods as you hand back the book, “Feel free to come back tomorrow any time to continue.” He then rummages in his pockets and hands you a card with the book name on it. He smiles and explains, “This way even if I’m not here, they will know to lend you the book. Good night and may the Goddess bless you.” You quickly thank the priest and turn to leave, ready to hit the hay once back at your room.

The Sun Goddess gently looks upon her believers. She had a vision recently. A long time enemy seems to want to reappear. The Goddess chuckles, “Much weaker this time, which is good… It dares to try and steal our divinity again.” She quickly sends a message to the gods she’s friendly with to warn them. She sighs, “A third calamity might have to be added to my book soon… I must prepare my believers.”

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[Alantica]

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Fable: Selene - Similar to the Sun Goddess, one mustn't speak "Her" name if not a deity themselves. "Her" name is mostly lost to time.

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There is a saying that all who partake in mysticism knows.

Do not look at God.

For us foolish mortals, it would be too much to bear.

A small fable is tucked into bed as his mother grabs a picture book.

“Mom, are we reading about The Moon Goddess?”

The mother turns to her child. “Yes honey, I know it’s your favorite. Let’s settle down so I can start.”

The mother closes the book to see the little fable has started making small snores.

"Goodnight sweetheart. May the Goddess bless your dreams.”

[Alantica]

Fable: Willow

Baker - Bakery Owner

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A Day in a Bakery

The birds chirp, the rooster cry, and the sun finally peeks from the horizon. Willow grabs her apron, finishing getting ready for the day. As she hums to herself, she polishes off her breakfast and heads downstairs. Flicking the lights on, she opens up the fridge to take out the dough from yesterday night placing it on the wooden countertop. She grabs a sheet pan from her shelves while also turning on the large oven to pre-heat and back at the work space, she places the pan next to the dough. With the remaining countertop space, she begins to weigh and shape the dough into little round buns. Once satisfied, she places them onto the sheet pan, quickly filling it up with twelve balls of dough. Grabbing the tray, she slides it back onto the shelf as she takes the empty sheet pan below to her workspace. As sheet pan after sheet pan is filled with soon to be delicious bread, she finishes off the remaining dough and places the final sheet pan onto the shelf.

“Whew! First batch complete. Let’s get it baked.”

The oven has just finished pre-heating as she rolls the shelf into the oven, perfectly filling up the space. Willow closed the oven door with a thud and set the timer. She heads back to the fridge taking out a sweet onion bread bread dough and a container of rosemary and thinly sliced shallots. She repeats the previous motions with the addition of adding a slice of shallot and rosemary leaves on top. As she places the shelf into the other oven, the first oven’s timer goes off. She quickly shuts the oven door with the onion bread with a thud and sets the second timer. Silencing the first timer, she opens the oven door to be burst with the sweet scent of freshly baked bread. She pulls out the shelf from the oven and methodically removes the sheet pan onto a different area with a metal countertop. The bakery now smells like the freshly baked bread.

Willow continues with her third bread offering, the seasonal sweet bread, peach jam bread roll. This time she rolls out the dough into an oblong shape, puts jam on the inside, then roll it up to a crescent shape. As the batch is smaller, she finishes before the second batch of bread is ready. She decides to move the first batch of bread into the display case. She grabs a sheet pan and methodically fills up the display case with all the bread. After, she stacks the trays into the sink to be washed. The second bread is ready now. Willow takes out the bread and places it on the counter and also begins to bake her third bread offering. Soon her display case brimmed with her various offerings. She looks at the clock hit 7:30 am and heads towards the front door. Taking a deep breath she flips the sign from closed to open and unlocks the door. She quickly darts back behind the counter as the morning sun finally reaches through her bakery windows giving everything a warm glow.

The bakery is now open. The bell rings as the first customer push open the door.

“Welcome!” Willow greets them.

They browse for a bit before purchasing two onion breads and two seasonal bread rolls.

“Thank you! Come again~” Willow thanks them as they head out.
Soon the regulars came to pick up their bread. A pink fable with green antennas and ruby berry tail has become one of the bakery’s regulars recently. Willow watches as they pick out two of the seasonal bread rolls.

“Just these two today, miss?” Willow asks. She usually buys more than this in one visit.

“I got told to eat less bread and to eat more vegetables,” the customer sighs in defeat.

Willow nods in acknowledgement as she has been telling herself the same lately.

“That’ll be six coppers.”

Six coins jangle down onto the counter. Willow quickly counts and scoops them into the till.

“Perfect, thank you! Enjoy your bread.”

The customer thanks Willow as she heads out the door with the fresh bread in hand.

Soon, it was near closing. Willow looks at the display case to see there were three breads left over. It was a great day. She finishes up tiding the bakery as the clock strikes 6:00 pm. Willow goes over to the door to flip the open sign to close and locks up.

“I guess I’ll have the leftover bread for dinner and breakfast tomorrow,” she says to herself as she packs up the bread to bring upstairs after the prep is done for tonight.

She heads to the back where she rolls up her sleeve and starts making dough for the next day, getting ready to repeat the day once again.

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[Alantica]

--- Fable: Fern

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Fern stirs a pot of stew as the sun slowly sets. She takes a sips judging the flavors. With a nod, she takes the pot off the fire and onto the dining table. The savory scent of onion soups fills the room as her mouth starts to water a bit. Rumaging in the cabinets, she takes out the last of the acorn bread. With a smooth sawing motion, even slices of bread are cut off and placed on a plate. She then ladles some soup into a bowl. Sitting down, she begins to scoop some soup with the bread. The carmelized onions are rich and vibrant, the fresh herbs enhancing the flavors. Her mind begins to whirl with the next idea to pitch to Willow. An onion soup bread would be delicious! It’s also economic as the ingredients are very affordable!

Fern takes out a piece of paper and begins writing down her onion soup recipe which she had just perfected as she continues munching on the meal. As she finishes up the soup and bread, she folds the paper and places it into an envelope. She thinks to herself, “I’m visiting Willow tomorrow anyways, I’ll pitch this to her then!” Excitedly, she clears off the table and gets ready to head to bed as she knows Willow’s an early riser and she wants to see her first thing in the morning. As Fern drifts off the final thought running in her mind is, “I wonder what type of bread I should get tomorrow…”

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[Alantica]

Fable: Ophidia

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It was a heavy burden to bear but one she had to. There was no choice. It was her duty.

She remembers the screams of horror echoing through the forest. A danger long regarded as extinct comes back with a vengeance. Many say it was unexpected but no, there were ample warnings. The gods and goddess sent their warnings, the foolish mortals just choose to be ignorant. Never fully deciphering the messages even as the gods and goddesses became more frantic in their warnings.

Ophidia stands at the altar where she was left as a child, cold and alone, memories gone most likely from trauma they said. She didn’t mind, you can’t miss what you don’t know about afterall. She taps her hooves waiting for the sister to arrive, something about an important message? She looks up at the Sun Goddess, she never prayed in her life but for some reason she felt the compulsion to. Was it because of everything happening right now? She didn’t know but she kneels down and begins her prayers. A warm light envelopes her as a message begins to play in her mind. She jolts her eyes open once it finishes and looks around the empty room.

“That… was that a revelation…?” she mutters under her breath.

Shakily, she gets back on her hooves when the door opens.

“Sister!” Ophidia shouts.

The sister stops and gives her a confused look, “Dear, what has gotten you all worked up like this?”

“I.. I heard the Goddess’s message!”

The sister smiles, “Well… who would see the day you would pray on your own huh? The message for you was to pray to the Goddess. I guess my work here is done!”

Ophidia stammers, “Wait… but what does it mean? Her message?”

The sister chuckles, “That is for you to figure out.”

Ophidia sighs in defeat as the sister turns and leaves the room. Once again alone she whispers to herself, “So why did you choose me…”

The silence offers no answer and her mind continues to whirl.




Ophidia drags herself up the mountain once again for another magic lesson, mandated by the church. Something about being the best magic teacher out there. She sighs but she has to agree, her magic has improved leaps and bounds. Magic she once filed away as impossible is now her daily practice. Finally at the top, she groans unable to hide her disdain for the daily commute up the mountains. She knocks on the shack’s door before heading to the waiting spot, the cave where all her lessons take place. To protect their home, her master joked. She scoffed then but she understands now.

“Good morning Ophidia,” her master’s voice echoes in the cave.

She turns to him and bows, “Good morning master. So what will it be today?”

They nod, “Let’s practice control today, it’s lacking compared to the shear fire power. Let’s use your wind magic to practice. You’re terrible with it.”

Ophidia groans as she begins practice, her master watching closely.




The world doesn’t wait for anyone, there was no more time. She grabs her packed bag and turns to her master. They look at her worried, this was the start of the daunting journey that the Goddess had given her.

“I’ll be fine, master!” she reassures them. With one last wave, she shouts back, “When I’m done, I’ll come back to visit you!” She heads off on her journey, the burden of this role still unknown to her.

At the bottom of the mountains, a small figure darts between the trees. Ophidia focuses her attention on the said figure, it’s shape finally coming together. It’s a kitten! She stops in her tracks and takes out a fish jerky. She waves it around and the kitten comes darting out and with one swift move, the kitten is now placed in her bag. She let’s the kitten have the fish jerky as she continues her journey.




A small quiet town sat near a creek, there was nothing that stood out to her except her instincts. She cautiously enters the town but everything was normal. She walks up to a small bakery, the door bell rings as she pushes open to door.

An elderly lady welcomes her, “Oh! You’re a new face! Welcome! We don’t get many visitors.”

Ophidia smiles, “How much is your Oat Loaf?”

“5 Coppers, anything else catch your eyes?”

Ophidia shakes her head, “please give me 5 loaves please.”

As the clerk packs her order, Ophidia counts out 25 coppers. Her pouch feels obviously lighter. She thinks to herself, I just need to make it to the next town, then I can do some odd jobs for the church. She places the copper onto the counter and grabs the bag of bread. Taking a quick peek to make sure everything's there, she thanks the clerk before leaving the store. “

“Meow?” a voice peeps up from her bag.

“Just a little more, and then we can get you more fresh fish.” Ophidia reassures.

There is also one more thing, the ruins nearby. She had a revelation yesterday night, and this was why she stopped in town in the first place. Without wasting another second, she heads over. It was located east of town, away from the river. The opening just looked like a cave at the edge of town in between their farms. Slowly, she walks through the entrance and casts a light spell. The cave, finally lit, displays its ancient paintings. Ophidia looks around taking in the sights.

“There! Who are they?” Her questions, reaching no one. Three figures stood around another figure covered in light, there were no distinguishable features on the center figure so she decides to focus on the other three. One seemed overgrown with plants, another seemed like a shadow and the last one blended in with the skies. She wasn’t too sure what to do with this information but she notes it down so she could try to find out more at the church’s library. She looks around a bit more and notes down a few more things before leaving. It was time to move on from this town.

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Art~

And yes~ She can turn into a snake!

credit: Divider by LadyMidnightSolace on Deviantart

[Alantica]

Fable: Cernunnos

His eyes flicker with disbelief as the God he once so feverishly worshiped had fallen. The swirling power within him is proof, the confirmation he so wished would never arrive. Before He truly disappeared from the world, He left Him blessing, or is it a burden or even a curse. He clutches his chest, its burning sensation unknown to be from heart break or this rush. Or both. His hands run over ruins that were once his home, his sanctuary, his future. Tears wanted to form but even the sorrow consumed it, the anguish almost unbearable. He wanted to grieve, he wanted to mourn, he wanted to say goodbye but he couldn’t. Time didn’t wait, responsibilities didn’t wait. He had to step up now. Become the new beacon for those who are now lost just like him.
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The choirs sung of a hero born from the ashes of the forgotten. His name etched into stone, not the one He used to bear but his new title bestowed upon him by the people, Cernunnos. The ruins now renewed, the memories replaced but not for Him. The past replays clearly in His mind, never able to leave it behind. His burdens keeping his wounds fresh as the day they were dealt. The people now relied on Him just like how He used to relay on the God He worshiped.
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Just like how His God was forgotten, so did the reason. Calm and peace, the bliss that never lasts. He watches his people dance and sing, celebrating the tranquility He brings. A peaceful smile on his face, He was upholding his promise.
“Our Dear Nature God, please take our offering!”
On a platter stood a singular apple with irresistible allure, with an undetectable danger. For a less trusting God, alarms would have been sounded. Gracefully, He grasps the apple tenderly in his hands. Raising up the apple while giving it a slow twirl, the sun reflects off the surface with glimmers and shines. It was calling Him to consume it, the danger warnings ignored. A crunch echoes through the air as He takes His bite. Thud. The apple slips. His lids grow heavy, dark tendrils covers his vision before everything disappears.
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It felt like an eternity had passed before his eyes opened again. His eyes flicker open as the scent of dirt fills his nostrils. A familiar voice calls out, “Are you awake?” Cernunnos looks up to the voice, His friend, The God of Death stands above him. He tries to stand up but His legs refuse to comply. “Hey, what’s wrong with me?” panic slowly creeping into His voice.
Give up… let me…
A faint voice echoes in His head, this wasn’t Him. “What…?” He stutters out. His friend gives a sympathetic look, “There are still traces but most of it has been purified but don’t give in to that voice.” Cernunnos frowns, “How do you know I have a voice in my head?” He knew there were more questions, more answers he needed, “please tell me…” A sigh escapes his friend’s voice, “Most of us have that nagging voice always trying to take over. It’s the price we pay to have these authorities. You were lucky, He took most of the corruption with Him when He disappeared but unfortunately, you had come into contact with it again.” The revelation of the painful truth hit him, His God was in pain too. The God that decided to give him this authority and to shield him from the pain yet the people betrayed Him and Himself. Cernunnos thought He had long lost his emotions but a sliver of His Humanity held on. It might have been the memories that haunted Him that He could never let go. The days where his tomorrow was just as bright as the day before. Tears that were once held back began to flow. He is scared of what He become and if He could even fulfill the last promise, his last duty, to His God.
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Devastation ravaged the lands, his temples now wastelands, a reminder of the betrayal. His heart broke for the innocent, those swept up by the disaster caused by the greed of those misled. He wanted to fix things, make the people happy again, bring back the bliss of a peaceful time but He couldn’t. Not now, maybe not ever. The fear and anxiety of the false offering hung heavy over his head, He no longer had the courage to face it all.
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Gods became a legend, their presences a concept to the mortals. Their names, all forgotten to time. They no longer graced the lands with their presence and the mortals grew too weak to handle their might. Cernunnos looks at his people, there stood a fable. Someone who reflected his pasts, so reminisce of his own devoted belief in His God. So He grants them a blessing, to be His proxy. His first proxy.
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Peace have returned. Songs and laughter fills the air, the sacrifices of the past only in the memory of a few. Gods mourned their fallen proxies. Cernunnos watches His believers warmly, as they dance and sing about His feats, His proxy announced a hero. He prays to himself the peace will last, but He knows deep down just like the voice whispering doubts in his mind, it will come back. But for now, let’s just enjoy the calm before the storm.

Short Story:

A Bit of Regret

Cernunnous once fell in love with a beautiful fable, his smile lights up the room no matter where he goes. It was before it all, when He had His old name. When He was a mere mortal in a small barren world, the church building itself His only refuge. It was lonely but then He met him. A shining light in a world full to turmoil. He wished for nothing more then spend rest of His life with him but at last it was not what fate had in store for them. The world didn’t give time to ponder one’s feelings, a constant clash between the Gods and the Corruption leave scars on the world that never healed. The Gods’ fight was slowly coming to an end. Casualties inevitable. It was then He was chosen as the next protector of the world. He took on the duty knowing the love of His was no more. After all, becoming a god means trading your humanity. He now only felt regret and grief. Never speaking His mortal feelings, His crush moved on, fell in love with a different fable. He watched as they came together, worshipping Him, getting married in His church. What hurt wasn’t him moving on but accepting His emotions was truly gone. Sometimes, Cernunnos wonders, dreams, if only He confessed, would he stay? Would His emotions stayed? He shakes his head, there was no use in thinking back into a past that can’t be changed. A mortal could never be in love with a God, Gods can’t love after all.

Relationships:

The God of Death:
Status: Close Friends

Their relationship started off as mentor and mentee. An older God showing the ropes to a newer God. Cernunnos was always very grateful for the guidance, but it wasn’t until The God of Death went out of his way to bring him back from the corruption did he learn the full reasoning. The God of Death wasn’t only older, They were a founder god. Their relationship with God Cernunnos worshipped was extremely close. They were asked to watch over the New God to be born when He disappears.

The Moon Goddess:
Status: Friendly

Their relationship is friendly, they help each other out whenever they need some backup. Cernunnos being the youngest God makes her dote on him a bit like a younger brother. She finds him adorable and wishes for him to heal properly from all the pain hidden in his heart. She assisted The God of Death in his research into how to purify the corruption and the creation of the artifact. Currently, the research is halted but they plan to rope Cernunnos into it as well.

The Sun Goddess:
Status: Friendly

Their relationship is also friendly. The Sun Goddess helped his believers during his time of need where he blacked out. She never poached any believers and assisted in keeping the majority of the members of the Church safe. She never forgave the ones who betrayed him and refused to give them refuge in her lands. He’s grateful for her anger towards those who betrayed them and her insistence of keeping his believers and church alive. She definitely dotes on him as well.

The voice in his head:
Status; Hostile

The voice in his head is a remnant of the corruption his God had. It tries to take over his mind, body, and soul whenever they feel weakness from him. Cernunnos is annoyed that he has to live with this for eternity. It’s rambling however doesn’t have the power of alluring like it does for other gods so it’s just an irritating voice that pops up occasionally to his disdain.

Divider Credit: LIST on DA
Word Count: 1520 Words
Art Piece: 1pc

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