[wildfur2202]

username; wildfur2202
name; Luciella
pronouns; she/they
answer to prompt; wip

[Tokoyami]

Username; ChasingFeathers
Name; Moth
Pronouns; they/them (actually a male)
Answer to prompt; *Moth watched nervously as River stood on the crest of the hill, facing all of the other Keldines. “Is she going to tell them the truth? Or another lie?” *They thought anxiously.* *River started speaking.* “Welcome, welcome, all Keldines!” *Her tone was cheery, but it was overdone and obviously false.* “I know that you all know why you’re here, so I’ll just jump right into today’s announcement!” *River glanced nervously at Moth, and they looked away, unable to look at their friend without feeling queasy.* *River took a deep breath, and then started speaking in a shaky voice:* “M-My friend, Moth, a-as you all know...“ *She stalled, then started talking again, more confidently this time.* “My friend, Moth, as you all know, as been rumored to have been acting weirdly lately. But, this is not the case. Instead...” *She looked at Moth, with what seemed like.. perhaps a pleading expression?* “Oh no,” they thought. “Please, please, PLEASE don’t tell them the truth!” *River continued, speaking a little faster.* “Instead, she has decided that she is non-binary!” *All of the Keldines gasped, and the ones sitting near Moth started to scoot away.* *Moth tried to fight the waves of shock, anger, and sadness, but it was all just too overwhelming.* “They jumped up, snarling, and ran over to Moth.* *Glaring at River, they spoke in a loud voice:* “Why’d you blurt out my secret in front of everyone, mouse-brain? Now I’m gonna be in big trouble!” *River, looking embarrassed and upset, looked down at her paws.* “I-I just thought it would make everything better if everyone understood what you were going through and-” *Moth cut her off. “And what? Think I’m a freak? Thanks to you, I’ll never be able to live a normal life!” *River started to say something, but, once again, Moth cut her off.* “Don’t try to apologize! Don’t try to undo the damage that you’ve done! You’ve already done enough!” *Their eyes filling up with angry tears, Moth turned around and ran off, calling over their shoulder, “I thought you were a better friend than that, River, but apparently I was mistaken!” *Then they were gone.*

[Alckatraz]

username; Alckatraz
name; Cassius (meaning "empty", "hollow")
pronouns; He/him
answer to prompt;


"Life could have been so easy if we didn't have the tendency to complicate everything. We keep getting attracted by problems as the moths are attracted to flames.

Although everything seems bright in the beginning, always keep in mind that if you are flying too close to the sun, you will end burned."

The keldine slowly moved his sight from you. It looked like he just lived again an unpleasant moment. As if he suddenly remembered that you were standing there, waiting for him to continue, he started walking from a corner to the other of the room, clearing his throat. His face betrayed a shade of disgust. Looking straight in your eyes, he returned to his normal expression.

"You came here for answers, right? Then, you are in the right place. I had many names, but now I am known as Cassius. Ironically, don't you think...? Well, I will offer you what you are expecting to get from me. All I am asking in return is a bit of your time."

You are looking confused at the Keldine. Of course, he is a moth so the time is way more important for him. A week, and he might be gone, taking away with him all the answers you have been searching for since time immemorial. Yet, the Keldine in front of you seemed to be eternally ephemeral; like he lived a million lives before and each of them left a scar on his soul.

"The question is if you have enough time" you replied.

A spark of surprise enlightened the eyes of the one named Cassius. "You would be surprised if you knew how much time I have left, in fact. If only I had it back then..."

Again, it looked like a certain memory was visibly annoying him. You finally dare to ask "Is everything ok? You look a bit affected. Did I say anything that irritated you?"

Caught unawares, the Keldine turned suddenly. He sighed.

It was just another day in my life, maybe a minute in yours. We are wasting out time flying after that "light" which is deceiving us from what it's truly important. So did I, but when you are realising that you ran out of time, each moment is valuable.
It was a night like all of them, but it was special somehow. I was aware that it might be the last one for me. I was ready to go, but unprepared. I had nothing to lose, but a lot of things I didn't do. I spent my life alone and only then I truly realised what a huge mistake it was.

The sun was rising when I firstly saw her. She was shining brighter than any other light, the colours were blending together majestically on her skin. She was a butterfly, while I was just a moth. As I said, I has nothing to lose, so I went straight to her as if she was magnetic. It is said that love makes you vulnerable, but I felt stronger than ever before.
She looked at me and the time froze in that second. I wished I could remain trapped in that moment for eternity.

"Hello!" She said to me with a sweet and melodious voice. "I have never seen you around here before. Are you lost?"

"No, actually I came to admire the surroundings"

"Oh, right, it's a very beautiful area... Excuse me, but it's almost morning and... aren't you get hurt by the sunlight or something?"

I looked ar her amused, yet surprised. It was the last thing I was expecting to hear from her. I was going to reply something stupid possibly, but I felt dragged to the closest shade.

"Oh you saved me" I said a bit ironically. Her intention was good, but I felt like my skin was burning in the place she touched me.

"Now you will be fine" she said. I saw her ready to leave, and my heart broke. I wasn't ready to let her go, especially that we just met.

"Please stay" I managed to whisper, loud enough to be heard.

She turned around "Oh?"

"That is the only way you can assure I won't get sunburnt" I smirked.

"Oof you boys are so stubborn" she laughed.

I was aware that in every second all of these could end and I would be thrown in unknown, confronting with guilt and regrets. But soon I noticed surprised that my time literally froze in the moment we met. I haven't aged since then. I wasn't affected by the sunlight anymore. The only thing that could hurt me was her touch. I don't know what she did to me, all I know is that I was attracted in a mirage, an oasis in the middle of the desert, a reason to continue the fight for the "flame" that I finally found after so long. I was blinded by my own happiness, deceived by a caprice to make a stupid wish that condemned me for the eternity.



I thought that everything was way more beautiful since I met her. In fact, I was overwhelmed in an illusory oblivion of vain hopes.

I didn't know her name, or who she was. One day, she simply vanished into thin air. Without a reason, without a word of goodbye. She simply disappeared, as if she never existed at all. I knew she won't return to me. I should have stepped into the unknown alongside her, instead, I convicted myself of my selfishness.

I wish it was nothing but a dream, one of those terrifyingly "real" dreams we sometimes have.
But it wasn't like that and the reality hit me drastically. What I thought to be the most beautiful period of my life turned into a never-ending nightmare.

I considered myself being blessed with finding the love of my life, while I was actually caught into the curse of the eternity. I learned that everything happens for a reason and that the immortality is not something you would like to spend alone.

How can't I be angry when I am sitting here powerless? When I know I am responsible for my sentencing to continuous suffering. When I am thinking that I will never see again the only creature I ever loved and I am the only one responsible. Every second I wish to have back my mortal life, there is nothing I wish more than reaching an end after I did nothing else than run. There is no other thing I wish more than seeing my loved one again, even for a moment...

Cassius, although calm and melancholic was now boiling. You slowly approached him. Your hand touched his thick fur, as a consolation. He rised his eyes to you; an incommensurable pain was reflecting in them.

"It's not your fault..." you said.

Cassius looked like you just slapped him:

"What did you say?"

The keldine's nervous laughter sounded loudly.

"It's not my fault..." he kept repeating. "Then, whose fault is it!? Hers? Because she gave me everything she had!? Yours? Because you made me to tell all of these things, when I didn't even dared to remember them too detailed!? TELL ME! WHO IS HAS THE BLAME FOR ALL OF THESE IF NOT ME?"

His face suffered a transfiguration so quickly, that you stepped back for fear he could attack you. The situation was indeed delicate, a wrong word and things could get more complicated.

"I'm sure there must be a way to solve this"

"Do you really think I haven't tried anything that could have been tried? There is no treatment or spell that can cure the immortality."

You heard Cassius laughing again. That nervously laughter was the echo of all the suffering he had been dealing with for ages. It was devastating, especially that you felt how the keldine lost the last ray of hope he had left.

"He is furious on himself because he thinks he is to blame for an unhappy coincidence. In this way he destroys himself slowly and agonisingly." you thought.

Knowing that you should do something, you plucked up your courage and touched the keldine's scaly shoulder to get his attention.

"You tried to heal yourself from the immortality, but what if not you are the problem here?"

Cassius, still annoyed, fixed you with his pale golden eyes, defiant, but you knew he was all ears and that the hope started enlighting again in his heart.

"What if the immortality is the answer? You said that everything happens for a reason, didn't you?"

The anger of Cassius was suddenly replaced with confusion. The poor keldine was experiencing an unbelievable number of different feelings per second.

"So you are suggesting that it exist a way that I can share my sentence, implying to revive her so we can life happily ever after for half of an eternity?"

"Something like that, at least you won't be alone anymore. Do you think if can work?"

"I think we won't know until we'll try."

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[χaphan]

Marking - will edit once I get back to pc <3

[acronymm]

username; acronymm
name; möthie
pronouns; he/him
answer to prompt; wip :000!

[envy.]

my suggested bb,, im so happy you liked it ghbjhbjh

username; envy.
name; Alina (Light in greek)
pronouns; she/they
answer to prompt; wip

[Just.Peachy]

username; Just.Peachy (had to edit; keep forgeting i changed my username XD)
name; Moony
pronouns; He/His/Him
answer to prompt;
The night went dark, and Mooney roamed around the city. His brown coat ruffled as the wind picked up slightly, howling through the streets.
The city glowed in the moon light, but where were the lights? Even with the moonlight it was so dark. The night before there had been a power outage... Maybe they hadn't fixed it yet. All Mooney ever enjoyed was the midnight walks in the city with the shining lights beaming down. His wings flapped with anger, ah man. He pounded at the wall next to him with one wing. This had to be the worst week for him. Finally, he navigated his way out of the dark city and back home, where he turned on a lamp and basked in its light.

[jointedwishes]

username; jointedwishes
name; Lacy
pronouns; she/her
answer to prompt;

Lacy bought some chicken nuggets and an ice cream cone from Mcdonalds, and my kel, Lance, was working his first day on the job. Poor lance got petrified when Lacy was screaming her head off about the ice cream machine being broken, as well as her chicken nuggets were cold :C

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"damn it all!"

the exclamation was punctuated by a loud curse and the sound of a pile of books toppling towards the ground in an ungraceful heap. several trinkets were swept towards the ground too in a fit of rage, only adding to the cacophony that hadn't been present before. oswald stood, fuming, as a younger boy tentatively pushed open the door to the room and poked his head in. "sir oswald? pardon my intrusion, but i heard the commotion and rushed over... is anything the matter?"

the silver haired man swiveled around, prepared to snap at the intruder, but the words died on the tip of his tongue when he met hugo's gaze. suddenly aware of his disheveled hair and the wild gleam in his eyes from the full-length mirror conveniently placed next to the door, he coughed awkwardly and bent down, preparing to pick up the fallen books. "ah... yes. forgive my outburst, hugo, i was just feeling rather frustrated. some things aren't working out quite as i had imagined, but don't worry about it. for better or for worse, this is out of your realm of expertise."

"oh, okay," the boy said, sculpting his features back into one of neutrality and calm. oswald didn't miss the way hugo's face twisted momentarily in disappointment, but he decided to not comment on it, nodding his head as the boy bowed and left, closing the door carefully behind him.

when the sound of hugo's footsteps faded into the distance, oswald breathed out a loud sigh and surveyed the room, feeling his eyes twitch in irritation. the books were still scattered haphazardly across the floor, and while the alchemist (the inventor? the artisan? he isn't quite sure what he is anymore) gathered the dusty tomes into his arms, his mind wandered over to whatever he had been doing before his outburst.

mumbling under his breath about how he really needed better ideas, oswald set the books off to the side where they wouldn't be bothered if he were to do something in a fit of fury again. when he seated himself by his desk again, his pale eyes fell upon the (rejected) sketches that he had been working on prior.

... and he was instantly reminded of how much of a slump he was in.

"ugh, this sucks."

oswald groaned and leaned back into his chair, reaching out for the papers on his desk and crumpling them up into a ball. somewhere at the back of his mind, a younger, more greenhorned version of himself shook his head in disappointment and pity at the waste of paper and the struggle he was having with his work. the anger from before had dissipated and faded into a dull ache inside of oswald, and trying harder to think gave him no results but a throbbing headache that refused to leave.

the offending balls of crumpled paper remained on the desk, and the man only stared blankly at them.

before, alchemy came as easily to him as breathing. his ingenious mind constantly broke the boundaries of what people thought to be the limits of spellcrafting, and everything he created - the spells, potions, trinkets - all worked easily and without a hitch. oswald's affinity with magic was unquestionable, and when coupled with his drive and passion for creation and further heights, it was no wonder that he could create a name for himself.

he wasn't known as "grand alchemist oz" of the capitol for nothing. even hugo, the stumbling, bumbling young boy who had been so eager to learn but was resigned to his fate as someone magic-less, could see his power.

that was, of course, before oswald began to draft up the plans for the wings.

it wasn't even like the wings were supposed to be that big of a deal. they were just supposed to be a fun little a project between commissions he'd do for other people, and oswald had been planning on adding many small details to the wings itself, in addition to potentially making them functional. however, the problem started when oswald couldn't come up with a design he liked, and when he forced himself to halfheartedly create the wings, they failed to come together and live up to his expectations.

there had been a saying floating amongst artisans and creators, scientists and innovators, about how you were your own greatest critic. the silver haired man had originally scoffed at such a notion, but now, it was painfully clear that he was unhappy with everything he thought of thus far. it felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped on his head, and the alchemist wanted nothing more than to reach inside his head and throttle his brain a little, just to get it back and kicking again.

it was a deeply unpleasant feeling. oswald stood back and pushed his chair back, not minding the harsh screeching of chair legs against the polished oak wood planks of the ground. what was another few scratches on the flooring? it had certainly seen better days before oswald turned the room into his workspace, and it was certainly no stranger to all the explosions and clutter that it was exposed to. besides, the alchemist had better things to worry about.

grabbing the coat that was hanging from the hook on the door, oswald swept out of the room in all his extravagance, flapping his large sleeves and letting the coat billow out from behind him. the door swung shut with a small bang, and with yet another long-suffering sigh, oswald set off to find hugo.

sure, perhaps he did tell the boy to go away barely ten minutes prior, but desperate times call for desperate measures.





"sir oswald... i don't mind accompanying you on your whims and i'm happy that you'd even let me tag along with you, but can i please know where we're going?" hugo asked for not the first time that day, and the older man merely shrugged.

"the library, i guess," the man answered after a long moment of silence, and the frown on hugo's face only deepened.

"you guess?"

"yeah, well." coughing into his fist to mask the embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks, oswald shrugged helplessly. "i'm sure you've seen how much i've been struggling with my work recently. i need a change in environment and something else to do, and i don't want to go alone. you've been holed up a lot too, these days, so i thought that we could both get some fresh air before locking ourselves back up with the books."

"that... is actually a cogent argument. i'm almost surprised, sir."

"hah? what's that supposed to mean, my dear apprentice?"

"nothing, nothing. you're probably overthinking it as always, sir."

shaking his head in disbelief at how cheeky his apprentice was being (he should really teach the brat how to respect elders and not actual alchemy!), oswald stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat. it wasn't that cold, but the way the autumn wind nipped at his skin was starting to veer more into the uncomfortable territory. hugo skipped on in front of him, evidently enjoying the cloudy air, and the alchemist couldn't help but let a grumble slip past his lips.

"how are you so energetic...? we're just walking to the library."

"you're such a killjoy, sir," hugo shot back, but the boy seemed to reconsider his actions, as his steps slowed and slipped into a gait that was more formal, more refined. in truth, it wasn't that big of a difference from his skips, but oswald chuckled slightly at his apprentice's efforts. it was quiet and barely more than a small snort, but hugo (curse young people and their supersonic hearing) managed to pick up on it and stomped a foot. "don't laugh at me, i'm doing my best here!"

the silver haired man didn't respond, but during those few moments with his apprentice, he felt lighter than he had while puzzling over his latest project. a sort of guilty feeling threatened to bubble up inside of him, berating him for taking time off his work, but oswald did his best to shove the feeling down. surprisingly enough, even he knew his own limits, and he understood that if something didn't come to him, then there was no point in trying to force "something" to come, whatever "something" could be.

it's no surprise that frustration rather than anger fills him instead, and in that moment, oswald clenches a fist as he watches hugo move about. oh, to be young again... perhaps the source of all his troubles was that time continued to tick, regardless of whether or not he was ready.





the alchemist was flipping a page of one of the many books he had stacked in front of him when hugo almost all but crashes into his side, breathless and wheezing but still smiling as radiantly as the sun, even when there's an overcast. "sir oswald!" he exclaimed, completely missing the dark glare the librarian had shot in their direction, "we should do something!"

"are we not doing something right now, hugo?" the man questioned drily, but he set down his book on bird anatomy and nodded apologetically to the librarian. "you should take this opportunity to read up on as many things as you can. the archives we have back at the laboratory are large, yes, but in the face of such a grand library, it amounts to nothing."

the boy stomped a foot on the ground, annoyed that the man hadn't instantly picked up on whatever ambiguous hint he was trying to give off. "sir, you know that's not what i meant! stop reading already! you said you came out here to take a break, but all you're doing now is immersing yourself into the books again!" tugging on oswald's sleeve with one hand, hugo used the other to reach for the stack of papers on the table and pulled them closer to the duo. "let's write something and fold the papers up into something!"

"... idea rejected. hugo, i'm actually trying to do something important here. don't bother me with unimportant things."

"sir, you know that it's not going to work, right? actually take a break. write something, anything. write a story. write a letter to someone, or compose a song. just stay away from those blueprints and formulas, okay? can you at least humour me on this one thing?"

oswald didn't respond, and instead opted to pick up his book again in favour of ignoring his apprentice. no amount of whining from hugo was able to get him to budge, and after a while, the boy sulked off, mumbling about how "there was no such thing as perfection and his master was stupid to run after it like a bitter ex" and how his master was "too much of a thick skulled idiot to appreciate the beauty of rest and relaxation". in a sense, he wasn't wrong; any time not spent doing something was just merely time wasted, was it not? for that very reason, the silver haired man did everything he could in his power to keep himself busy, but there was nothing he could really do about the metaphorical idea drought in his mind.

tapping the end of a pen distractedly against the table as he flipped through the pages of his book, oswald heaved out a sigh through his nostrils and took a side glance at the paper. he couldn't deny how bored or unsettled he was by looking at nothing but diagrams of bird wings and their bone structure, and contrary to his beliefs, a change in location hadn't really done much change for him.

the alchemist was bitter. angry, even. why did he have to be struck with a lack of inspiration and motivation? the worst part about the entire situation was that he couldn't even justifiably take it out on anyone; hugo was innocent and just trying to help, and not for the first time since he picked up the project, oswald felt a slight twinge of guilt prick at his heart. hugo had been trying to help, but the man knew himself enough to understand that such methods likely wouldn't help.

to be fair, he had never tried them out, but how could they work? stopping work in favour of slacking and doing something else? how in the world could that ever be considered productive?

"i think you'd be surprised at the wonders of changing your perspective every once in a while, grand alchemist oz," a quiet voice sounded from behind him, and oswald swiveled around in surprise. he was greeted with the countenance of the librarian who had glared at him and his apprentice earlier, and when he tried to stammer out something - a hello, an apology, a what the hell are you doing behind me - the librarian shook their head, effectively cutting him off. "no. stop. actually listen for a change. that boy - your apprentice, correct? - is just trying to look out for you. i don't doubt that you know this already, but it's worth taking other people's views into consideration for once. no one is invincible, not even the greatest, most prodigious alchemists."

with those simple words, it was like the librarian had taken hold of oswald's tongue and cut it clean off. he shifted uncomfortably for a few moments, before setting the book down once more onto the table and addressing the other person. "how... how did you figure out my identity?"

it was the only thing he was able to force to the surface, and the librarian scoffed as though they had been asked a ridiculous question.

(in hindsight, it probably was ridiculous, but oswald had never been one for retrospection.)

"you and the kid weren't exactly being hush-hush about it, you know. anyone with eyes could tell," they commented flippantly, before turning to the shelves behind oswald's chair. "well, in the end, whether or not you change is entirely dependent on yourself. the boy's said his piece, and as an outsider, i've said mine. i'll be heading off to work now, if you don't mind." the librarian nodded at oswald pleasantly, almost like they hadn't just given him a tongue lashing, and returned to their former place at the front desk. the silver haired man was left to stew in his own pot of uncomfortable feelings.

did the librarian (and hugo) have a point? yes, yes they did. did oswald want to listen? this much was questionable.

perhaps he'll sit back and ruminate a little more.





"there's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair, huh?"

"sir? with all due respect, what... what are you doing?"

oswald stared blankly at hugo for ten whole seconds before turning back to his task. he sat, crossed-legged and hunched, and the apprentice's face twisted when he realized that he wasn't going to get an answer out of the grand alchemist if he wasn't persistent enough with his questions.

"sir?"

"don't you have eyes? i'm folding paper airplanes."

"yes, but aren't those papers the plans and blueprints you were using for your project? i'm happy that you're doing something else, i really am, but this... this is something that i never would've expected you to do."

the silver haired man shrugged his shoulders at the boy's words, carefully creasing the paper and humming to himself under his breath. "i suppose i can understand that. i wouldn't have seen myself doing this either, but recently, i've had an epiphany of sorts, if you will. perfection is elusive and slips away at me from every turn, and although i won't stop striving for perfection, perhaps... it would be more beneficial for me to expand my views a little."

hugo whistled loudly in response, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on the table to catch a closer look at what his master was doing. "that's great and all, but are you going to have enough time to finish that personal project and take on more commissions at the same time?"

oswald gave the boy a distracted nod, lifting the plane to the light to examine it. "yeah, about that... i finished the wings and some of the commissions before letting the others know that there's been some unexpected delays with the progress."

at first, hugo's eyes lit up with glee. "really? that's great news, sir oswald!" a moment later, the rest of the alchemist's words fully registered in his head, and the boy's eyes widened in shock. "wait, what do you mean there's been some unexpected delays?! is anything the matter?"

"you're so loud... kids are truly the creation of the devil," the man grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. he launched the plane into the air, and watched as it flew straight towards the ceiling and lodged itself into one of the hanging lamps. "dammit. i hope that doesn't catch on fire."

"... sir? are we really going to pretend like you didn't just imply that something is wrong?"

oswald stared at the boy for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, before shrugging his shoulders. "i'm not pretending. i just didn't feel like heading back onto the work crunch, so i let my clients know that business might be a little slower while i explore paper airplanes some more. of course, i left that last part out, but it's basically the same meaning."

"i... i am not even going to begin to dissect how flawed that thinking is, sir. congrats on finally overcoming your slump, though. i'll just be in my room if you need me for anything." shaking his head slightly, hugo bowed at the man and hightailed out of the room, closing the door behind him with a loud clank. the alchemist let out a small snort, and turned to face the completed wings that were stashed in the corner of the room.

in truth, the wings still weren't satisfactory, but for a casual project, they'd have to be good enough. no more anger resided in oswald, and when he stared at his creation, the only thing he felt was relief.

thank god all that hassle was finally over.



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[gardog]

username; gardog
name; Darach
pronouns; he/him
answer to prompt;

Darach has seen the rise and fall of many "safe havens". He has learned the hard way that there's no such thing as "safe". Not many who knew his story survived to tell his tale, for whoever he remained with was eventually to meet an untimely death.

Despite what you may be thinking, Darach would never harm those who don't deserve it... and those who do deserve it are usually very few and far between. Luckily, of the few who did survive, they are willing to tell... though it is always warned beforehand that it is not a tale that one would want on their conscious.

Darach was not always this poor soul's name; it was a name given to him upon the falling of his wings. Desteh was his name before; though if you call him by that name, he shall not answer to it anymore.

For a Fae Keldine, the presence of wings shows their status. The type of wing is even more important as it shows if they have power, if their power is used in favor of the faerie queen, and, if they don't have power, can they fly. Amongst the fae, if you can't fly, you may as well not be a faerie at all. Unfortunately for, at the time, Desteh, this was his first struggle.

No matter how hard he tried, he just could not fly, at least not fully. He could float gently down from certain heights, but he couldn't pick himself off of the ground. As a result of this, he was always ridiculed when he was younger by those nearby for something that he couldn't help, but was sometimes a crucial part of being a faerie. He had trouble getting around as most faeries would either use branches and vines to climb to where they needed to be or they would fly. Because of where his home resided, it would've been easier to fly.

One day, he was floating down to a branch on a cold, wet morning and slipped. He ended up falling all the way down to the bottom of the tree. His wings caught the wind at the last second, which just barely allowed him to survive... unfortunately, he was not alone where he landed. A predator on the hunt soon caught wind of his arrival and he hid in a hollow near the trunk of his home tree; which would've been fine, if it hadn't allowed the predator to catch wind of the ignorant faeries living amongst the lower branches.

By the end of the disaster, the lower branches were completely destroyed. The faerie queen, upon hearing the news, banished Desteh from the faerie realm, as she believed his flightlessness would only continue to bring more hurt than help. Everyone knew that that meant that he had to be sent to a neighboring realm and, if a faerie leaves the faerie realm in dishonor, their wings wilt off... however, as part of his punishment, the faerie queen demanded that he brace his wings to his arms, so that he may never forget the harm that those wings had caused.

And so, he left the faerie realm and his wings dropped from his back, not even leaving the attaching ligaments behind. The dropping of a faerie's wings is very painful and it is irreversible. However, the wings themselves never decompose, and, if they should choose to do so, their previous owners could take them with them... and that's what he was ordered to you. He attached them to braces on his arms and left the faerie realm behind him. From that moment on, he was no longer Desteh; he was marked as a fallen faerie and was given the name Darach.

After that fateful day, he came and went between realms; a disaster always happening wherever he went that only made him more enemies. It came to a point where he was blamed for everything, used in stories to scare little children, spoken about in disdain amongst elders... before disaster stroke once again, taking them forcibly from his path.

To this day, no one knows why disaster always struck where he stood. Perhaps he had earned a curse upon banishment or perhaps he was born to cause disaster wherever he went. Those who survived only had one thing to say for certain: a life of constant destruction can only bring with it a life of anger, disdain, loneliness, and mistrust.

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