[GreyScale]

Name: Hena
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
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[Cyrano]

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[pecan]

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Almost definitely dropping out sadly.

{ "This kalon has been wronged, and there is only one way to right the injustice placed upon them- revenge. To win this kalon you must tell me three things:
1. How they where wronged.
2. How they achieve their revenge.
3. How they feel afterwards. Are they at peace? Can they finally move on? Or do they find themselves regretful or lack the contentment they thought they'd achieve?" }

I already have ideas. Hopefully I’ll have time to do an entry. I don’t think I’ll be able to do any art, but I might.

-Will take place in a fantasy AU, probably more of a vague time period than any one in particular, but post medieval
-She will be a physician at some point and the mask will play into that. She’ll also wear the mask in public later to hide her face because she’s too ashamed to show it.
-She will be wronged pretty horribly in the story; it will probably be dark


Her life began on a dark night in the lower reaches of the city. It was a great city founded a long time ago, bounded by tall stone walls on all sides. It was always dim there, cast in shadow by the higher buildings, and everything appeared older than it really was. She was born into a time of suffering and treachery, and sometimes she thought it would have been better if she was never born at all, better for everyone.

[Firedancer77]

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[lunaire]

[img].[/img] lunaire | name | female

i sat cross-legged on the wooden bench. i was gently reached out and touched katya, cooing words of love. she had grown so much this past week, and flowers were beginning to emerge from the buds. katya was my latest hybrid plant, and she was turning out wonderfully. she was a cross between my chamomile, ana, and another of my new plants, dylan. i uncrossed my legs and stood from the bench. i went over to nikolai, another hybrid. the setting sun cast a golden glow across his stalks and flowers, highlighting his beauty even more. he was my very first hybrid, born from lukas the bamboo and dariya the white rose. he was a typical golden golden bamboo, but he had white roses sprouting out from his stalks. i loved him dearly, for he was like my first child. i knelt down by him and lightly cupped a rose in my hands. the sun had dipped below the mountains and the light began to fade, signaling i should go home.
"spokoinoi nochi," i said softly, my voice slightly echoing in the glass greenhouse. goodnight. i silently opened and shut the door, locking it with a key on my way out. i walked up to my house and let myself in. the weather was cold, but inside the fire kept the chill away. i set a pot of milk onto the stove, and eventually added cocoa powder. i stirred it in slowly, then poured it into a white mug. i entered the living room and settled in on the couch, covering my legs with a quilt and slowly sipping the hot chocolate.

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i woke up on the couch, the mug still held in my hands. i had woken up just after the sun began to rise. i took a shower, the water hot from heating in the sun the day before. once i had freshened up, i exited my house and slipped into the greenhouse to say a quick "dobre utra" to my plants before heading to the village. i asked if anyone needed help or supplies, and found that a few villagers were in need of more wool. i told them i will go get wool and be back before sunset. i began the journey over to the next village, which always had a bounty of wool for sale.
after about an hour, i had arrived at












- mixed modern / older time au ( more like futuristic past?? )
- lives on a planet similar to earth, but far away from it
- there are many countries, big and small, but there are no tectonic plates so no tsunamis, earthquakes, etc. but there are hills and mountains
- lives in a village in a ( special?? ) forest
- is a plant breeder
- had created very many new species and hybrid species
- is prized and considered a gift from the gods
- has a large victorian greenhouse
- one day someone ( perhaps lacey? idk ) sneaks into the greenhouse while she is away and puts a small jewelry box that emits one huge puff of very poisonous gas
- she returns home and all the plants are dead and if she came home any sooner she would have died too
- that was the only place where the new species and hybrid species lived and now they were all gone so her work was pretty much for nothing
- she's hella angry
- she acts like she's real sad & upset ( and part of her is ) but she's really raging inside and plots her revenge when she's alone
- gets a vision / dream thing about her creating a very poisonous liquid & it's a new chemical
- next day after that she creates the super poisonous liquid
- she calls it lyubov, the russian word for love
- it kills within seconds if consumed and is clear and looks & acts like water
- couple days later there is a holiday and they have a feast
- she helps prepare food for the feast
- when nobody's looking she slips lyubov into all of the food
- the table they use for the feast fits every villager
- the table is half of a HUGE tree that crashed centuries ago
- the part where it split inside was perfectly flat
- the villagers made stools and arranged them all around the half tree
- when it came time for the feast, she left soon after they said the [ prayer? or maybe something they're thankful for, like on thanksgiving? or something good that has happened to them? ]
- she went home and came back a few minutes later and everyone was collapsed around the table, and their food had one bite in it
- there was only one villager that survived, and that villager spread the news that she was a ruthless killer
- all of the main countries heard it but the small island countries didn't
- she moved to one of those small countries and lived her life
- was paranoid that she would be found out so she made a mask and used it to hide her face and her feelings
- felt guilty but still was angry inside and happy that she was able to do something like that



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[apprentice_]

rainichi / mira / female ✧
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the ashes of war bare tragedy. the dust settles and you see the rubble of once towns
and you see the ghosts of people wandering. people who are confused, and in shock.
people who don’t imagine their futures anymore. people who have lost their homes,
their loved ones, theirselves.

and she realizes that she had hand in creating this world. that she was the reason they
prayed to their gods, and the reason they no longer believed in those gods.

in the ashes of war bore a name, a title, one that reads like folklore but she was of
flesh and blood just as you or i: the lily’s witch.


if the air raid siren had gone off, it wouldn’t have made a difference. there were only
ruins now and shattered people piecing theirselves back together. living on a dime and
the faint cheering on from optimistic loved ones. and parent’s would tell their children,
this is all we have, you can’t have seconds, i promise i’ll get more tomorrow.

in the morning they wake up to bread on their doorstep. medical supplies. toilet paper.
crayons, occasionally. and it’s not a lot, but it’ll let them have hope in living another
week. they’d thank so dearly anyone generous enough to leave them this gift, but
there’s no one. no note or sender stated.

a glance, sometimes. when somebody wakes up to a rustling, and they panic, but find
simply a gift and the brief appearance of they who offered it. she wears a peculiar
mask and that’s all most folk quite remember.

if there is anything else people know, it’s that she always leaves lilies with her gift.
i’m sorry for your loss.


one family knows her well, the only one to ever exchange more than a few words with
her. they met her years ago, so shortly after the war settled. she told them that she’d
done a terrible thing, and if anyone were to know, they’d surely want revenge. and so
she would take that revenge as well as she knew how. her own life, offered to those
she wronged. penance paid in the form of dedicating all she could to the townsfolk
who no longer had a town to belong to.

the family never quite understood. if this was revenge, or vengeance, if she did it for
others or for herself. but they did understand that she frequently returned with what
little food she could, and that every year she would visit the eldest child’s grave.

the mother asked if she would ever see the witch’s face.
the witch replied, “i wish for no one to see my face. i wish for them to not remember
me, as i am not worth the memory.”
a gentle hand was rest on the witch’s shoulder. your guilt is not yours to bare alone.


a long time ago, she’d had a name. she’d worked for the kingdom, an alchemist and
skilled magician. when she was ordered to make weapons, she made them, and when
she was told to make them deadlier, give them a larger radius, make them go off
faster, she did. she followed each and every command. when they asked too much of
her, asked her to dabble in magic that is not meant for mortal hands, she did. even
when it burned ancient runes of sin into her.

they were at war, and the opposing kingdom was much, much worse. that’s what she
was told. that’s what everyone was told. and that’s what everyone in the opposing
kingdom would hear about this one. because it’s war, and you dehumanize the enemy.
make an entire kingdom of individual beings appear to be a single entity and then call
them evil — that’s how war and politics are played, and that’s how the witch was able
to justify to herself what she was doing.

but she took a step outside. what she saw wasn’t some defeated overlord, an evil to
be punished, but parents and a child mourning, and another child too young to
comprehend what it meant to die.

she wore gloves from that day on to hide the runes on her hands, and drapes to hide
the brands on her thighs. and a mask to hide her face. because she’d wronged an
entire kingdom, and even if she spent a thousand lives repenting, her face didn’t
deserve to be known as the lily’s witch, who had helped so many.

the mother of that family, the family that had awoken her to her deeds, she once
said that to take so much blame was a wrong unto herself. to act as if she was the
sole offender and not a pawn of the game, it was a great misdeed against herself.

the witch answered, “if somebody has wronged me, i will take revenge, and so i will
seek penance for having wronged myself.”

and the mother laughed, because surely the witch wasn’t serious.


no one had been counting the years. it didn’t matter how long ago it’d been. it only
mattered that it was over, and that people were moving on. the skies weren’t so full
of ash anymore.

the eldest child’s grave wasn’t anything special. it was only a stone with his name.
but it sat at the base of an ancient tree, and it was in bloom this time of year. it was
a peaceful scene, and a spot where the witch always felt the worst. she visited it
nonetheless, a bouquet of her lilies left for him.

when the child’s mother approached, it startled the witch, who would most years
leave before the mother visited. she wasn’t sure if she had lingered longer this year
or if the mother had came earlier than usual.

they stood in silence for a long time before the mother spoke.
“is it coincidence that i always just miss you, or do you purposely avoid me?” despite
the lighthearted tone, there was a seriousness in her expression. she was met with no
reply. “it’s been a long time. the rest of the family doesn’t like to think about him too
much anymore, so it’s only me this year.” her talking was only to fill the silence,
maybe encourage some conversation.

the witch never did speak much.

a defeated sigh and the clear of her throat. they both looked ahead even as the
mother continued, “i think it’s time that we let go, too.

“you know, i’ve never understood why they call you a witch. you’ve done so much for
us in all these years, and yet you won’t so much as let us see your face or hear your
name. i thank the lily’s witch so much, but i want to thank you.”

she turned to the witch, and the witch turned to her. the mother took from her basket
a flower the color of what the skies are beginning to look like again. “it’s okay if i
never see your face,” she fastened the flower to the witch’s mask, “but at least let me
call you by your name.”

the mom didn’t need to see the witch’s face to know her eyes were full of tears. tears
that said she wasn’t sad, but that she was filled with so much warmth. that she felt
like a weight had been lifted and she might no longer have to carry herself so heavily.
her gloves and her mask might remain, and she will always continue to help those who
need it, but maybe her guilt can finally be eased. she can let the revenge of an entire
kingdom go. they’ve all began to move on,

and so she can finally say,


“my name is mira.”
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[Yuroshi]

Masayoshi (Sayo)

In a crowded inn, many eat and drink merrily, unable to worry- for all good alcohol inhibits such worries, rose what would be the point of such alcohol at all? One man in particular is incredibly rowdy and loud. It is a far cry from his usual stances, but he is prideful, and believes himself untouchable. He is wrong. Under the celebrations, no one notices a small voice beginning to sing, almost so quite as to be a hum.
”99 honorless Tsubuyaku,”
Against the wooden walls, a shadow shifts slightly. The shadow goes unnoticed by all. As does the small amount of powder that flies out from the shadow, landing perfectly in the drink of the one arrogant individual. He drinks on, completely unaware of the danger he’s in.
”99 honorless mutts”
The man begins to grumble, grasping simultaneously his head and his stomach, and complains of pain and dizziness. The rest of the inn’s patrons simply laugh and ignore him- of course it would hurt, after he’d drank as much as he had. The man, groaning, stood, and began to walk back towards his room, stumbling all the while. None bothered to help him, for none of them cared. No one noticed the still humming shadow against the wall follow the man, who’s stumbling began in earnest the farther he moved.
”Take one down”
The man’s eyes widened as he finally heard the faint song, a gentle rumbling coming from the darkness surrounding him. It was then that he truly realized the danger he was in- his symptoms were not simply that of too much drink. He began to panic, attempting to flee, but stumbling to the ground instead as the world spun madly around him. He tried to call out as a shadow broke from the others and made its way towards him, but his voice failed him. The shadow slowly became a person as it approached, and in a moment of clarity, the man recognized the one before him, and a name began to swim repeatedly behind his eyes. Masayoshi. Justice. He felt a caress on his face as he gazed into the cold eyes of the one in front of him, and then his world went black.
”Make sure he’s out”
No one noticed that the man did not make it to his room that night, for no one bothered to check. And if anyone saw the one called Masayoshi, cloaked expertly, or heard the faint song “Sayo” sung, no one thought anything of it at all. The cold, satisfied glint in Sayo’s eyes was not possible for others to see as they walked outside into the night, still calling a faint tune.
”98 worthless Tsubuyaku”
No one saw Sayo return to a small, wrecked hut, for no one cared to see it. No one knew the dreams of the one barely out of childhood, saw what had been done and what they planned to do. And as Sayo gently drifted to sleep, no one noticed at all.

Sayo soon attempted to wake, but as they opened their eyes, they immediately wished they hadn’t. This was not the world of the waking, not anymore. This was a dream-a memory-and Sayo was powerless to do anything but watch as the past unfolded once more.
The way Sayo viewed it was as though standing on top of the roof of the building, yet somehow being able to see through. Sayo only sighed and settled down on the roof, eyes fixed on the people below- there was no way to escape. Sayo had tried to get out of this nightmare many times before, but it was like being wrapped in a web. No matter where they’d run, they ended up in the same space, forced to watch the worst night of their life once more.
It’s strange, looking down at my own body, sleeping heavily, as though lifeless.
A flicker in outside of the building drew Sayo’s eyes. There, a group of assassins, disguised and with torches, slowly advancing towards the building.
Sayo did not know who they were then, but they did now. The Wolf Clan- Mutts, Tsubuyaku, as Sayo called them. They advanced, and Sayo felt their lips raise into a snarl. Within minutes, Sayo’s clan home was on fire, and many were forced to run, screaming, in a desperate bid to save themselves.
Honorless wretches! Attacking on the one holiday of peace, the only time where none should die!
Sayo watched as a much younger version of them stumbled out of the burning home, and was protected by the one woman they admired most. Vaguely, they watched as their younger self stumbled away, and the clan patriarch and the matriarch’s newborn son fled. And with eyes brimming with rage, Sayo watched as the matriarch was brought down. She was the only one of Sayo’s clan who lost her life that day, but every single one their lost their home. Their family. Sayo began to snarl wordlessly, and rose to their feet-

-immediately, Sayo’s eyes snapped open. If anyone had been around and close enough to see them, they would’ve noticed that the eyes they looked into were as cold as ice. Masayoshi rose to their feet shaking the nightmare and sleep out of their mind, although the memory would always lurk on the edges of their mind. With only a moments hesitation, they threw on their hooded cloak once more, and headed into town, making plans to go to one of two inns in the town later that night. Not the one from the night before, or course- couldn’t let themselves be implicated in the crime, now could they? Walking soundlessly around, Sayo greeted many of the villagers, friendly as always, and began to learn the gossip. Although you wouldn’t guess it if you didn’t know, Sayo was, of course, searching for one type of people in particular. The Mutts.
And today, they were lucky. There were rumors of another, in the inn they planned on heading to. The Mutt was there to investigate after the other didn’t return the night before.
“Not too much of a shame, really,” said one villager, “that the man passed. Those men are destructive, needlessly so!”
Sayo silently agreed, and a satisfied flint found its way into their eyes. As the sun descended, the warrior found their way into the inn, and began searching for their next target. It didn’t take long to find him. To
Sayo, the Mutts smelled obviously like chaos and deceit. Within the inn, a shadowy figure faded into the shadow on the wall. Unheard by those around, for the music and laughter was far too loud, a song was resumed once more.
”98 honorless Tsubuyaku
98 honorless Mutts
Take one down
Make sure he’s down
97 worthless Tsubuyaku”
The events of the night before repeated, with a different Mutt this time. And as Sayo walked away once more, a small smile found its way onto their mouth. Their eyes closed in satisfaction, for they felt no guilt at all. A whisper found its way out of Sayo’s mouth.
“Three down, ninety-seven left to go.”
As Sayo moved into their hut, laying down with their cloak around them, they let out a relieved sigh, eyes drifting closed as they rolled onto their stomach.
They took her away from us. All of us... so I will take their lives away from them. Hah! Yes, they thought as they purred gently, revenge is a dish best served 100 times over.
And with that final thought, Masayoshi fell into a satisfied slumber.

[Peppermint Mist]

Username: Peppermint Mist
Name: Livia
Gender: Female

It began when I was a child, still young and naïve, I believed that justice would be done to every wrongdoer, until it came to that day, when I learned how easily the system could be avoided, broken, abused. The day before school was supposed to start, my mother took me to the pier. I remember it well, I went on every ride possible, and my mother took photographs of me with my polka-dot disposable camera. I still have those developed photos and in one of them I was standing right in the middle of the photograph with the sea behind me, my small chubby arms clinging onto the bars, my head facing the camera, my eyes wide and excited and slightly glazed from all the candy floss that I had been munching only minutes before. I miss those moments; they are something you can never go back to. As an adult, you are always aware of the world, and how crushing it can be, but at least I can hold onto my childhood, forever frozen in those photographs. After my mother took that picture we went to the arcade, me skipping at her side, I raced over to a claw machine, it was filled with little treasure chests and I was intent on winning one, I kept losing over and over until my mother decided it was her turn and she won, first try. In the little treasure chest was a necklace, it was silver with a blue gem in the middle, I loved it, I wore it the next day, and I hid it under my cardigan so that the teachers wouldn’t see me wearing it in lessons. At break time I revealed my necklace and marched into the playground, my chest puffed out in arrogance as I flaunted the necklace around for all the children to see, almost everyone I knew begged to wear it, but I declined all requests saying I didn’t want it damaged and that they could only admire it. Whilst I was playing with the others my best friend Ivy pulled me to the side and without my permission she pulled the pendant forward, cupping her hands under it, she leaned forward to admire the blue gem.

“Wow! It's so shiny!” she whispered.

“Yeah, and you’re going smudge it” I mumbled.

“Oh, sorry!” she let go of the pendant and it hit my chest with the lightest thump.


“I really, really like it!” Ivy smiled her award-winning smile at me and I rolled my eyes, Ivy got everything she wanted, and even though we were best friends, it always bugged me.

“Well, my mum won it at a claw machine so it’s hard to get, and I don’t have two.”

Ivy nodded her expression seemed serious, “Yes, yes of course, do you want to play now?”

I forgot about our discussion until later on, when I was getting dressed for sports, I put my necklace in the hidden part of my bag and when I came back for it after the sports lesson had ended, the necklace had gone. I got changed back into my uniform as fast as I could, sobbing all the way through the process, and then ran outside to the teacher, my eyes red and puffy as I cried harder and tried to explain that someone had stolen my necklace and I was certain I knew who it was. They searched Ivy’s bag but found nothing and, after that, they searched everyone’s bags but there was no trace of my necklace. In the end, everyone just assumed I had lost it. I was devastated and when I got home my mum suggested going back to the arcade to get a new necklace, but I shook my head saying it wouldn’t be the same. As I went up to my room, I knew, deep down that Ivy had taken that necklace, and I wanted it back.

A few years passed and Ivy and I became extremely distant. She was the school’s angel, someone who could do no wrong and it made me sick. I’d never gotten over what she had done and my bitterness prevented me from making other school friends, but it was not like I cared anyway as all they talked about was Ivy. I skipped most of my classes, I became a rule breaker, the regular ‘delinquent’ and Ivy wasn’t that kind of rule breaker. Oh no, she acted all sweetness and light, so that whenever she bent and broke the rules no one would notice her manipulation, she did have a way with her words, she always did.

It was the last year of school and our final exams were in a month or two and Ivy decided it would be the perfect time to throw a massive party, and of course, I went. It was a perfect opportunity to snoop around and as everyone ignored me most of the time sneaking about the house wouldn’t be all that difficult. Ivy’s house had a familiar feel to it, although I hadn’t been there for years. The weather was warm but I still wore the thick leather jacket that I’d found in a charity shop a few years previously and I hardly took it off. I hadn’t worn a dress like all the other girls had done as I found that rather stupid. I knocked on the door and I could hear the music from outside but it was faint and so I couldn’t make out the tune, Ivy swung the door open smiling before she realised who it was.

“Oh hey! Livia! What a surprise…” Ivy’s smiled stretched into a smirk, something so out of character for her that I found it made me extremely uneasy. My eyes then drifted down to see a certain necklace around her neck, one ever so familiar, I raised an eyebrow and pointed to it.

“Oh, this tacky thing?” Ivy said in a mocking tone. “I was just joking around with my friends, I’m going to put it away now I don’t want it to be damaged!”

“That was years ago, Ivy” I growled.

“But you’re not over it, stop acting like you’re not” Ivy’s face hardened.

“I knew that you had stolen it, I just knew it, and you knew that I loved that necklace, why did you steal it?”

I narrowed my eyes, Ivy moved forward and shut the door behind her and it clicked gently. Inside, the song must have changed because we heard cheers and stomping. Ivy waited for it to calm down and then turned to me and hissed, “You seriously don’t know? It’s because you’re so arrogant, Livia. You always have been, you never supported me, ever, you only cared about yourself and the attention you were getting and I hated that you always came up with something negative about others even if it wasn’t true!” she ranted.

“I stole the necklace because you didn’t need it.”

“That is the most stupid reasoning I have ever heard.” I spat back.

“You’re the one telling lies Ivy! I see how you manipulate others into doing what you want, you’ve always done it!”

Ivy just shook her head, “whatever, Livia, I’m going back inside, don’t follow me.”

Ivy stomped back inside, slamming the door behind her, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and stormed off heading to Loki’s house. He didn’t actually live around here but visited frequently to do business. I’ve known him for a few years, possibly since he was a teenager, he was the one to comfort me when my mother passed away. I saw him as a father figure even though he was only a few years older than me. I knocked on the thick wooden door, hoping he was in town. After a few minutes, the door gently creaked open and Ryder’s head popped around the door, he’d been Loki’s bodyguard for years. Loki’s father had taken him in and had made sure that he’d always be by Loki’s side no matter what but not once had I ever had a proper conversation with him.


“Livia.” He said simply, he opened the door a little bit further so that I could slip in and shut the door behind me. I waited whilst he re-did all of the thousands of locks and when he was finally finished Ryder joined my side and led me into the kitchen where Loki was staring down at some papers. He looked up and smiled when he saw me, “Livia! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah” I sat down in my usual seat propping my legs up on the table, Loki frowned at me and I groaned and sat normally.

“You’re here for a reason, aren’t you?” Loki gathered his papers into a neat pile and pushed them to the side. Whilst he was doing this I launched into the story of the necklace, something Loki must have heard hundreds of times over the years and I added in the recent part to the story and Loki nodded thoughtfully.

“Yes, of course, that makes sense, it was I who told you how manipulative Ivy sounds wasn’t it?” and I mumbled in agreement.

“I actually have something to ask you. You see you’re almost old enough to leave your care home and I was thinking that you can join us, you’d be welcomed into my group”

I nodded eagerly, this was something that I’d always wanted, to get away from everything.

“But, you have a little while and I think that its time you finally address the fact that Ivy deserves to be put in her place.”

“You mean get revenge?” I asked, leaning forward, Loki grinned.

“Yes Livia, do you have any ideas?”

I thought for a moment “many.”

The plan was simple, all I needed to do was to distract her away from her good grades and ruin the plans for her ‘bright future’ and so I added an obstacle, someone from Loki’s group to act as a friend to Ivy and slowly pull her away from everything that she wanted. It worked perfectly, Ivy loved making friends, possibly so that she could become more powerful, but starting to care for someone was her weakness. In the passing weeks, I avoided her as much as I could and I went to my classes more often and I overheard chat in the hallways that Ivy was hardly coming into school anymore, which was partly me. I’d told the person leading Ivy astray to tell her that she was ever so smart and that she was going to pass all of her exams anyway and that she didn’t need to come into school until they began. They told Ivy everything that she wanted to hear, but then it got to a point where the school were so desperate that they forced her to come in. It was interesting, Ivy was more snappy than usual, and people started to ignore her.

Whilst Ivy’s world was slowly falling apart, I was studying hard and training. Loki gave me jobs to do and gave me a mask to wear as a joke. I took it seriously, just to mess with him, and I wore the mask whenever he gave me a task. When it came to the end of exams I felt like I had done better than I expected whereas Ivy, on the other hand, looked a little bit flustered.

It was a few days after the results came out and I had done decently well, but from what I overheard from teacher chatter, Ivy hadn’t done as expected. Loki then gave me one final task to do, which was spying on an enemy. I’d followed this guy down to the beach, which was when I saw Ivy by the cliff, just gazing out to sea. My curiosity got the better of me and I made my way up the cliff to where Ivy had set up a small picnic. She hadn’t heard me come up behind her until I took my mask off and dropped it to the floor making a loud sound against the rock, she jumped and turned faced me, her tone was icy.

“What do you want?”

I said nothing.

“I know what you did and you did it because of a necklace!” she cried, pain in her voice.

I kept quiet; making a mental note to myself to tell Loki that the person being fake friends with Ivy had told her, which wasn’t part of the plan.

“This piece of plastic!” she held the necklace up, now she had my attention.

“I came to apologise,” I said uncertainly, Ivy tilted her head to the side.

“I’m sorry Ivy, I now realised what I did was terrible and I shouldn’t have done it, everything you said about me, you’re right, I am arrogant!” I started sobbing, not knowing how to control myself, Ivy softened slightly.

“Yeah, you are” she mumbled.

“But we can fix this together! I can help you I swear!” I said, with desperation in my voice, Ivy looked to the side, and then held out her arms, I took the hug.

“I’m sure we can fix this, its just going to take me a while to forgive you.”

I nodded, slowly pulling back, knowing how close we were to the edge now. I smirked and gently shoved Ivy and as she started to lose her balance I snatched the necklace from her hand. Ivy gasped in fear and, as she wobbled backwards, she grabbed my arm and dragged me down with her; we both plummeted to the sea below.

little pmv of this scene

Later, I sat in a room with a towel wrapped tightly around me. I stared down at the necklace in my hand, which I’d managed to save with the fall. Loki was furious when I came to his house, dripping wet but Ryder was trying to calm him down. I’d hoped that I’d still be able to stay with them because I knew no one in town would want to even see me after what I had done.

The blue gem had a massive crack across the middle, possibly because it bashed against a rock or two, and the chain was old and it had snapped during the fall and so I couldn’t put it around my neck. I expected to feel something, anything, but instead of feeling happy or ecstatic that I’d finally got what I always wanted back, I felt nothing, a strange emptiness. The necklace really was a just piece of plastic, something cheap, but it hadn’t felt cheap back then. I started to feel rather stupid, that I’d ruined someone’s life, I overheard that Ivy survived the fall too, but hit her head on the way down, and this happened all because she had stolen my necklace when I was a young child but I pushed these feelings into the depths of my mind, this is what I had wanted.

Now, I would just have to deal with it.


kalons that appear in this story (all belong to me):

Ivy
Loki
Ryder