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Name: Asterin - Star
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[Zephara]

Username + number: zephara + 844147
Name: Adelaide
Prompt (500 words max):

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[Knickknacks]

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[rab1es]

Username + number: rab1es + 415771
Name: Raukan
Prompt (500 words max):
It was the eleventh hour. The revolution had come. Revolutionaries and firebrands were on his doorstep, leaving destruction in their wake, demanding justice to be served, which could only be met when Raukan's chest heaved for the last time and the light faded from his eyes. The city had been infiltrated and overrun, and revolutionaries stood on rooftops waving their flags, shouting their triumph. The royal army had been overwhelmed by the enemy, gutted from the inside out, a whisper of what it once was; no longer the symbol of a mighty nation, but the consequence of a weak one.

Raukan took power years ago and ruled with an iron fist; just as his parents and their parents had done before him. It was all he ever knew. And for what it was worth, it worked; a terrified populace did not cause much trouble, and it kept him in power. Over the years, Raukan solidified his position with the use of his army, smiting all enemies, keeping them in line, reminding them of who was really in charge. Admittedly, he had never been the kindest of rulers; but he could feel and love just as anyone else could.

It was perhaps a bit out of character when Raukan publicly announced his marriage, a tyrant who seemed so proud of his capability to love. The people thought it ironic. His name was Everec, and together he and Raukan had a family of their own; children to be raised under the same warmongering ideals, to one day become the nation's next tyrants, to forever continue the brutal cycle under which the country suffered. Putting his family in the spotlight was Raukan's first mistake. They became targets. The people finally learned that Raukan had weaknesses; weaknesses that could be exploited to their benefit, tools to be used in their desperate bid for freedom.

Now the day of reckoning was here. The revolutionaries were breaking down the walls to the palace. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. And as they listened to the revolutionaries break through, Raukan finally came to the realization as to what was at stake. His life. His family. The only people he ever truly loved.

He'd seen what the revolutionaries had done to their enemies. Saw how they treated people like him. Like his family. Perhaps he deserved the violent fate he himself had bestowed upon others throughout his life; but he would not allow his family to meet their ends in such a manner.

The enemy was getting closer. Death was imminent. He gripped his weapon and faced his family. He would give them the honorable end he knew the revolutionaries would not grant them. He would save them from their suffering. He lifted his weapon high above his head, ready to strike. The power to let them live miserably or let them die together lay in his hands.

He hoped they knew he loved them. That he wanted to protect them.

It was the only way.

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[kreideprinz.]

Username + number: scaramouche. + 1011659
Name: anubis
Prompt:

anubis’s gift of healing was something talked about far and wide; with a kind heart to boot, it was vastly known that anubis would gladly come to the aid of anyone who called for him. while his job was oftentimes tedious and tiring, his gift was something he couldn’t bear to let go unused when there were so many kalons out there in need of his help. the thought of someone out there, alone, in need of help… his heart ached at the thought.

though he was certainly proud of his accomplishments as a healer, what he was proudest of was his apprentice. the younger kalon was lively and hard-working with a heart as big as his, exactly the sort of kalon anubis had longed to take as an apprentice for quite some time. though they weren’t a healer themselves, they were rather knowledgeable in the medical field. this meant that anubis got to learn just as much as he taught; it was a wonderful combination.

anubis loved this kalon like they were his own child. they held a special place in his heart, and he would gladly give the world to them if he could.

he never expected that he’d have to use his healing on his apprentice. though he knew danger lurked behind every corner, he somehow truly thought it would never happen to him, it would never happen to his apprentice. so when that day came, he was more shocked than he knew he should be. still, it shook him to his core to see his beloved apprentice in need of his healing. tragedy struck, and many kalons were in need of healing, but his apprentice…

when it came to them, he would choose to save them, always. no matter the cost, no matter the consequence, his apprentice came first in his heart. he loved them like his own child.

he healed his apprentice first and foremost. no matter the consequences.

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[FluffyBirdie]

Username + number: FluffyBirdie - 750079
Name: Meiri
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Meiri slumped in his room, trying to sort his emotions. The gods chose to give a power to Khai? To give him the ability to end the war? He couldn't comprehend it. The prophecy had a choice between three royal sons, but in everyone's mind, it was a choice between two. The crown prince Beon, who could eloquently charm crowds, or the second prince, himself, an unmatched leader in battle. Khai, the third prince, lacked such achievements, preferring to read instead. Between an orator, a general, and a recluse, the choice was obvious: Beon could negotiate an excellent treaty, or Meiri could wipe out the enemy. A scholar had no role in war.

Yet mere hours ago, the heavens voiced their decision: they will bless Prince Khai. The dining hall was dead silent as the attending nobles and the royal family processed what was said. Khai...Khai over Beon? Over Meiri? The nobody over two brothers with vast potential? Meiri could admit that even if he cared for Khai, this felt like an insult. If it were Beon he would have celebrated, perhaps made some jokes about his disappointment, but for Khai...what could he have said besides just leaving?

Meiri sat up, slamming his hands on the table in front of him. No. He knew his brother well, and even if he felt slighted from this revelation, Khai was the most hurt. His introverted brother hated being the center of attention, and he always pretended to be indifferent about criticisms hurled at him. But Meiri knew otherwise. It couldn't have been easy living in the shadow of two older siblings, being constantly compared to them, constantly ignored. When his two brothers stormed out of the dining hall, it must have broken his heart. He must have thought they would never speak to him again. And the citizens, who already scoff at the academic, would be even harsher now that he was the blessed. Khai's life would turn from the ignored to the scorned.

But Meiri could change this, because he realised something. Khai being the chosen didn't mean he was inferior. Beon was still the charming mediator. He was still a fierce commander. What changed was Khai, once the 'lesser' prince, now had an opportunity to display his talents. The people needed to give him a chance, and as one of the more popular princes, Meiri could give him that chance. He had to speak to the crowds, and tell them that they cannot criticize his brother without first seeing what he will achieve. That it was pointless to compare princes when each had different strengths.

Firstly, however, he should reach out to Khai and apologize for marching out of the hall in cold silence. To say that he would never cease contact over something as petty as jealousy. And say that he had a revelation.

Maybe the reason why he had so many achievements, had so many admirers, was for this. To use it all in support of his brother.

[Lex.]

Username + number: Lex. [959439]
Name: Ramses
Prompt (500 words max):
Since he was a child, Ramses has never felt like he belonged. He was adopted into a middle class family and that is all he knows. No matter how hard he asks his parents about his past, they do not budge. They keep him hidden from the world, as if he is an exotic treasure that only they have the privilege of seeing. He felt lost and unwanted.
One morning, as his parents were leaving the house, he snuck upstairs. It wasn't often he was allowed there, only at night when people couldn't see well into the windows. However on this particular day, it was odd. He heard a commotion outside, which was rare. He knew close to nothing about the outside world, so this frightened him. But it also intrigued him.
He opened the curtains on the window, letting the fierce sunlight touch his face. He basked in the sunlight, allowing his fur to shimmer and glow. In a matter of seconds, he heard a violent knock on the door. He panicked, thinking it was his parents, and ran down to the basement once more.
As he began to run, the door was burst open and he heard shouts exclaiming "That's one of them! Get him!"
Ramses had never been confronted with such a threat, so he was unsure on what to do. The only knowledge he had he learned from books, so he began to meltdown. It was at that every moment when a window at the top of the basement broke. A glimmering blue paw reached for his paw, and grabbed it. The paw helped him through the window, and pulled him from the house.
It was another kalon, whose fur shimmered and glowed the same way his did.
"There is no time to talk, quickly follow me." Not knowing what to do, he followed the kalons orders. But it was too late. The city-state's militia had him surrounded, and his parents in chains.
"Don't let them take you Ramses! Use your magic!"
"Magic?" he thought. "What magic?"
The sun was bearing down on him, so he couldn't help but look. In that instant, his fur glowed once more, this time invigorating him with energy. The blue kalon spoke quickly these words "Go on now, save them so we can leave!"
Using all of his force, he glided through the air dodging the blows from the armed kalons. The shimmering fur seemed to burn his opponents, and he used that to keep them away while he freed his parents.
"The End."

"Aww man, papa! Keep telling the story!"
"But it's over dear, that is all there is to tell."
"Hmph. Ok.."
"Off to bed now. You have to wake up early, or else we won't get to the academia on time. You know how much you yearn to learn my magic."
"I do, I do!"
"Alright then, say your goodnights. Sleep well, dear."
"Goodnight Papa! I can't wait."
"Me either. Now get rest! You'll need it."
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