100 Scenes in 100 Days!

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Word Count: 817(PRETTY)
Genre: Technically Fanfiction? First written for TS4 Romance (AGAIN? Wow, me. I'm on a roll with dem genres!)
Follow Up:

Characters:

Name: Jimena Brynne Galvez
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin

Name: Earl Clinton Fredericano
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes, pale skin.


It had been three years since Jimena had arrived in Willow Creek, and two since Earl had stumbled upon her therapist's phone number. Much like Earl's reveal about his being an alien, she'd thought that Earl wouldn't want to be her boyfriend anymore.
She'd been wrong. If anything, it just made him love her more. He encouraged her daily, did his research on MDD, and frequently asked if she was alright. It was cute, even if it was slightly annoying.

It was a beautiful morning, and Earl had taken Jimena to his favorite café. "Hey," he began. "Do you have walls yet?"

Jimena shook her head. "Nope. But I did get a promotion recently! They gave me a computer, and I had enough money to buy a chair and a table!"

He just stared at her before shaking his head. "You're so weird..."

"Why do you ask, anyway?"
Earl smiled sheepishly. "Well, I, uh... bought some nice quote paintings for you..."


"Oh my god, Earl. How many?"

"...Six."
He got up from his seat and set them on the ground.
Jimena had to hold back a squeal. "They're PERFECT!"
The backgrounds were in pale, pastel colors, with white or black lettering that appeared to be cut through the backgrounds.



"Earl, you are so sweet. But also so silly. You were at my house just a few days ago, how could I get walls so quickly."
"At least you have a toilet, shower, and oven, now."
"I've had those for two years now, it's hardly anything new. Why'd you but these for me, anyway?"

Earl rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, they were on sale because one of their employees has depression and PTSD, plus they're a graphic designer, and since it's Valentine's Day, they were intended for a significant other with a depression or PTSD or something of that sort, and... you know..."
He smiled. "Speaking of Valentine's Day, I have something to show you."
"But we haven't gotten our food yet."

Earl smiled. "This is better than coffee, Jimena."
"What's better than coffee!?"
"This."

Earl gestured to the beautiful land around them. There was a mill, rolling slowly, water trailing down from the neat hole in it. A woman with graying brown hair and a purple and white dress sat at a bench, a book in her hands. A man with platinum blond hair and grey eyes cast a fishing line into the crystalline depths of the lake.

"Hey... this IS better than coffee! Thanks for showing me, Earl."

She glanced around for her boyfriend, but saw him nowhere.
"Earl?"

It only took her a second to find him again. On the ground, with a very welcome surprise.
He was on one knee. In between his fingers he clutched a pale, white ring with golden band. It glittered in the sun, light reflecting off it just like the tears in Jimena's eyes.
"Jimena," he said. "You're so smart.So funny. So strong. So beautiful. You've gone through a mental war, fought battles stronger than I ever have. And somehow, you have the strength to keep on living. I'm crazy about you, Jimena.. Will you take this ring? Will you... marry me?"

She paused for a few moments, acting almost as if she was contemplating his proposal.
"Hmm, let me think... Duh."
Earl let out a sigh of relief and rose to his feet. He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, then wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her closer to him. He shut his eyes, and she did the same.

Their lips were touching for what felt like ages, but at the same time only seconds. The minute they parted, Jimena wanted to kiss again.
Earl sniffed, wiping his eyes.
"Are you crying?"
"It's dust."
"There's no dust here."
"Water particles?"

"Okay, sure. We'll go wit that."
Earl laughed and caressed her cheek. "Yeah, I was crying. Because my knee hurt. Do you have any idea how much that pose hurt?"
"You were totally getting all sappy. It didn't hurt that much."
"Why don't you try it out?"
"Okay, sure."

Jimena went onto one knee and produced her own ring, a silver band adorned with a citrine. "Earl," she said. "I was going to propose to you, but you beat me. Now I have to return this ring."
Earl rocked back and forth on his feet. "Well, not necessarily."
"Huh?"
"We could get married. Right here, right now. We'll get all the legal stuff done out of the way later. Right now, I don't want any fancy paperwork of crows of people watching us kiss under an arch while we say 'I do.' All I want is for you to call me your husband. For me to wake up with you beside me every morning. To laugh with you. raise children with you."
"Dawwwwwww."
"You teasing?"
"A little. But really, that was so sweet."

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Word Count: 1301
Genre: Technically Fanfiction? First written for TS4
Follow Up: Soooooooon

Characters:

Name: Kimbra Vernerson
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance: Pale green skin, black eyes

Name: Jamel Arden Galvez
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin

A spaceship floats high above the earth. People with skin colors ranging from green to blue, to purple stand around, or look out the windows.

"Humans," one of them says, pointing at a blue and green ball called 'Earth.'

"What about them?" One yawns. "All they do is stand around and mash faces sometimes."

The one observing them snorts. "They're really quite interesting."
"If you say so, Seni."

That's what everyone called the green woman in the glowing suit looking at the footage of Earth. Her entire face was speckled with freckles and she had a single mole on her cheek. Her ears were pointed and pulled back. Despite being in her late twenties, she had creases- wrinkles on her forehead and deep lines between her nose and lips.

She had a real name, Seni stood for Senior Pollination Technician #3. She had the job of figuring out which human males to impregnate with the alien's offspring. Usually, the ones chosen were good people, but around half the time the aliens would hear wailing and see a green, purple, or blue baby in a crib. Abandoned.

It was common courtesy of aliens that they visit the human male in their third trimester and tell them what had been going on in the six months of their pregnancy. They would always tell them that the little ones had a strange cry and that if they so wished, the human could ship them back up to Sixam.

The human Seni was studying right now had somewhat shaggy blond hair and a boyish face for someone in his late thirties. Seni couldn't hep but notice that he was quite handsome. Despite his boyish appearance he had toned muscles and a beautiful smile. He wore black glasses with thick rectangular rims and Seni couldn't help but notice how sweet he was to his nieces, Madilyn and Jocelyn.

That's him, she thought. That's the man I want to carry the alien's next child.
She told the crew, and they agreed. Even the other Senior Pollination Technicians didn't seem to care about the mission. The Juniors were always ecstatic when they were chosen, but that excitement died down after a few weeks of work.

Seni sighed and relaxed. Maybe this time the aliens would have a success. An alien child raised by humans, from birth to death...

She smiled. It was a nice thought. More of a hope, really. A silent plea to the star for one success. Just one! That's all she wanted.

Maybe this time...

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Seni had gone on break- her first break of the year, leaving the rest of the group to study the earth.

Admittedly, it hadn't been the best of plans.

Surprisingly, the group actually watched the family below. "There are three blond one," one observed.

"Three?!" One blinked profusely. "Is it a common color?"
"Maybe."

"We should pick randomly!" One alien said, smiling like it was the best idea in the world.

And so they did. The one they chose had short, side-swept hair, and a slightly round, chubby, childlike face.

"He's probably the one," the alien who'd first made the observation about the family's hair colors said, nodding their head.

And so, that night, they beamed him up into their ship.

"Congrats!" One alien told him once he was through the gap. "You'll sire the next alien child!"

"Huh?" He asked. "Come on, I was gonna go swimming. You're not making any sense."

The alien huffed. "Humans. Why is plunging yourselves into the water so enjoyable? And then you hold yourselves under. Why?"

The blond blinked. "Huh?"
"He's hopeless," the alien whispered to her friend, who nodded.

"I'm not deaf, you know," the blond said with a raised brow.

"Of course you're not! We're not stupid!"
The blond sighed. "You sure about that?"

"Enough talk!" The alien was glowing anger red. "Humans. Impossible." She grabbed his wrist and lead him into the main room of the ship, and sat him down at a table.
She held up a syringe. "We aliens are made out of energy. We can't sire children ourselves, so we use the power of love to create energy. That energy is transported into a body to allow them to carry the child for us. It's only worked on men so far."

She prepared to press the syringe into his arm as he stared at her in confusion, then the door burst open.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

It was Seni, returning from her break.
The other alien looked up in confusion. "I'm just doing what you asked."

"No, you're not, Leilani Urbina! I told you which human, and you called up the wrong one! If I had gotten here a second later, things could have been disastrous! He's a legacy heir! He's eldest child is all grown up! If another child was added to the mix, it could ruin EVERYTHING!"

"Geez, it was a mistake. And why did you call me Lelani Urbina?"

Seni sighed. "Because that's your name! Earth custom is to say someone's full name when you're angry at them!"

"KIMBRA VERNERSON!" Leilani tried.

Seni- or Kimbra sighed. "Yes. Now please, send him back down. I'll get the one we really want tomorrow night."

---

Jamel Galvez was always in third place. He was the spare- well, Troy, his twin brother was a spare too, but sometimes, Jamel felt like the spare. The most expendable person in his family. Aliens paid so much attention to his family. Everyone in his family except for Adonis and he himself had been abducted.

Then, one night, on their way to the pool, the eldest Galvez brother had been abducted.

Jamel waited for his return- his brother returned angry, and just went straight to bed.

As far as he was concerned, Jamel would never amount to anything.

The next night came. Jamel asked Adonis if he'd like to try the pool again, but his older brother would rather kiss his wife. Typical. If Jamel had a wife or even a girlfriend, he'd probably be all romantic with her just as often.

He'd been single all his adult years, and he rarely flirted. Except for a few times, the worst of which was when he flirted with a cute bartender and found out that she was engaged. That'd been embarrassing.

As he headed to the pool (by himself) he heard something click above him. Light surrounded him, and he looked up to see many dazzling lights dancing around his head.

And he began to lift off the ground. He flailed as he went up, trying to break free of the light, but he failed. He was pulled through the gap in the bottom.

Someone was waiting for him at the top.

An alien. She had green skin, pointed ears, a mole, freckles, and wrinkles.

"Hello," she said in her low voice that echoed everywhere, not just in the room, but in Jamel's heart and soul as well.

She gestured for him to stand- Jamel hadn't even realised that he was sitting.

She lead him into another room., the metal surrounding her feet ringing against the floor and throughout the entire spaceship.

She motioned for him to sit at a table, and gave him some spiel about energy and whatnot before pressing a syringe into his arm. Jamel almost screamed, he hated needles.

A feeling of confusion washed over him as the alien pressed two fingers to her temples and furrowed what little brow she had at him. Before he knew what was happening, Jamel was being cast back down. He felt so darn weird.

He stumbled into the kitchen and ate the Tofu Tacos his cousin, Summer must've prepared while he was gone.

He washed the dishes and decided to call it a night.

Maybe he'd feel better in the morning...

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Return of Writer's Block

Tomorrow: One. Two if we're lucky
Tuesday: Two, hopefully
Wednesday: One
Thursday: Two
Friday: Two

Can I do it? Let's hope. :'D

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Word Count: 909
Genre: Suspense/Fantasy/Slightly cliche
Follow Up: Run!

Characters:

Name: Aratelo
Age: 30s, maybe?
Gender: Male
Appearance: Pale skin, black hair, very dark brown eyes


It would be a dark day for everyone but Aratelo and his followers, who were hidden safely in the Royals’ Castle.
Aratelo brought with him the look of a vampire, with his sleek black hair, pale skin, and beetle black eyes.
Luckily he wasn’t one, or there would be big trouble in Gorthon. He also bore a black robe that hissed like a snake as he walked across the earthen ground.
Aratelo fingered the jar of scalfhead poison in his pocket, the king and queen had made a mistake making Aratelo their second heir, and even more so, by their own custom, inviting him to their monthly banquet. Aratelo walked up to the heavy wooden doors of the castle, talked to the guards, and entered.
Inside was a mass of people eating, drinking and talking at dozens of long tables, it all stopped when the cold air rushed into the castle and everyone turned to look at Aratelo.
The King and Queen looked up from their dinners, and broke into smiles when they saw Aratelo. “Aah!” They exclaimed. “Our final guest has arrived!”
Once everyone recognised Aratelo, some broke into thunderous clapping, while others participated in polite applause.
Aratelo sniffed. He felt insulted, though soon, everyone would be applauding so loudly when he entered a room.
“Why are you sniffling, Aratelo?” A bellboy by the door asked.
“I have a cold from the air, can you show me to my room so I can rest?” He lied.
The bellboy nodded, “of course,” he said, leading Aratelo upstairs.
Once Aratelo was left in his room, he pulled his juice bottles and his jar of scalfhead poison out of his pockets. He poured half of the jar into each drink, then walked downstairs holding both cups.
“I’m feeling much better,” Aratelo said once he reached the base of the steps.
“Wuz at?” The bellboy from before asked, pointing at the two drinks in Aratelo’s hands.
“Some drinks to give the King and Queen, it is a concoction I got from the far reaches of my home,” Aratelo replied, the lie coming out as smooth as butter.
Thanking Aratelo, the King and Queen took the drinks, not knowing the effect it would have on them later.

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The King and Queen claimed to have stomach and headaches, which meant the poison was affecting them, and went up to bed, after 15 minutes of aaws and don’t goes, the feast and party resumed.
Aratelo surveyed the goings-on of the feast from the corner of the room, waiting, watching, knowing that it was going to happen, today was the day he’d finally rule Gorthon.
And then it happened.
A guard came rushing down the stairs, sweat curling down his pale skin. “I-It’s the King and Queen!” He gasped. “They’ve been… been… poisoned!”


The room turned to chaos.
“POISONED?!”
“Who did it?”

The bellboy stood in the corner, eyes wide.
Then he lifted his arm.
And pointed his finger straight at Aratelo.
“He did it!” The bellboy gasped.

Aratelo lowered his gaze as the room went quiet, waiting for an explanation.
Finally, he lifted his head and said; “attack!”

The room exploded into shouts of surprise as Aratelo’s men leapt out of their hiding spots or stormed through the doors.


Aratelo grinned as he watched the chaos- the perfect distraction.

Two of his men nodded at him as Aratelo ran up the stairs, and he returned the nod, good to know that some people follow me freely, he thought, coming to the top of the stairs and nearly falling down when he saw the king and queen pulling themselves, out of their room.

He stared at them and shook his head, pulling a sword out of its sheath, hidden by his cloak.
“Aratelo…” The queen warned, but he brought the swords down on the two of them.

After making sure that they were definitely dead, Aratelo walked into their room, prepared to kill their son as well, securing his position as king, but he couldn’t.
It wasn’t his conscience stopping him, but instead it was a magic lock on his crib, one that could only be broken by a spell-word, and Aratelo didn’t have all day.

With a sigh, Aratelo picked up the crib and ran down the stairs, trying to conceal himself as much as possible, if someone saw the crib, it would effectively be game over.

But no one did, and Aratelo safely made it to the Garden of the Mind.

He picked up a stone that would erase someone’s memory, the garden was usually guarded, but everyone was focused on protecting the prince from death, not considering that death was virtually impossible unless you knew the spell-word.


Not knowing about the child’s past, Aratelo pressed the stone to the baby’s forehead and simply thought everything.


The boy went limp, no longer wanting to escape the strange man, as everyone and no one was strange.

Aratelo sighed and removed a portal key from his assortment of items, then clicked it into the keyhole to the entrance to the Garden of the Mind.

Opening the door, and not recognising the world the portal went to, Aratelo sighed and pushed the crib through.

If Aratelo was lucky, the boy would be sent to a dimension where the enchantment would stay and he would die of thirst, but if Aratelo was unlucky, the enchantment would fail, and the boy could be saved.

Aratelo was unlucky.

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Word Count: 909
Genre: Suspense/Fantasy/Slightly cliche
Follow Up: Soon

Characters:

Name: Allen Poorkiddoesn'tknowtherestofhisname
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Olive skin, black hair, grey eyes

Name: Raechel Grace Burkes
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark skin, black hair, brown eyes

I don’t remember much.
All I remember is lots of yelling, and flashes of red, then… nothing.
Nothing except for how to eat, how to get to sleep, all of that stuff, but besides that, I’m completely in the dark about my past.

The doctors say that thinking about myself will conjure up memories, so I’ll do that now.

My name is Allen, I have black hair that reaches to the middle of my neck. I’m tall and lanky, and I have grey eyes.
I’m 15, my birthday is May 17th, 2001.
I’m really awkward and sarcastic, and not at all fast or agile. I’m really clumsy.

I thought about all of this and more as walked along the pavement beside Jaem High, waiting for my ‘grandparents’ to pick me up.
They were nice, and treated me like their own child. When I wa told about my amnesia at the age of four, when I could more or less understand, I called them mommy and daddy, then at ten, I realized that I probably wasn’t related to them and called them by their real names, Kaitlyn and Aaron, then only a year or two ago, I called them grandma and grandpa.

Where are they? I wondered, then heard a rushing sound above my head.
I looked up, bad idea, something hit me in the head and I yelled, stumbling backwards and letting whatever it was hit my in the jaw and then thumb.

I looked down to see drops of blood falling from my head and thumb, my jaw only bruised, but that wasn't the shocker.
The shocker was that the object was a sword.

What the…? I reached out to grab it, and with no training in picking up swords that fell from the sky, I figured that it was fake and picked it up by the blade.


The blade cut my palm and I howled, falling back and picking it carefully up by the hilt.

I stared intently at it, looking at it from all angles.

On the side were a bunch of random symbols:
⇂ ↸⍏

Instead of a normal blocker, there were two white, metal wings on the side, and the white blade itself was three feet long.

“WHAT?!”
Someone bowled into me and the sword fell out of my hands.
I looked up to see a friend of mine, Raechel.

“A-Allen?” She said.
I stood up and frowned. “What?” Raechel had always been normal, never one to scream at random people just because, but then again, swords didn’t usually fall on people from the sky.

“I can’t believe it…” Raechel sighed. “All of these years searching, and the one was at my school? My best friend!?”

“Raechel…” I said, walking backwards and holding the sword awkwardly.
Raechel lurched forwards and grabbed me by the arm, pressing the silver dragon necklace she’d always carried with her against my neck.

A sound in between a laugh and a shout of happiness bubbled out of her mouth but it was quickly replaced by another serious look.


“We’ve got to go,Allen,” she said. “That just sent a message to all of Gorthon, and people there want you dead.”

Gorthon? The name was foreign, like every word out of Raechels’ mouth, but it was familiar, a lingering memory, buried at the back of my head.

“You know something about my memories!” I hissed, yanking away from Raechel. “And you hid it from me?!”
“I didn’t know!” She protested. “Come on, Allen, this is serious!”

Something about her eyes- no anger, no frustration, just apologies and regret, made me calm down and I let her grab me by the arm and pull me away.

Raechel lead me around the school, looking over her shoulder about a million times.

We arrived at a part of the wall that I’d always wondered about, a big flat circle
Raechel grabbed my arm and said, “run at it.”
If I had been questioning her sanity before, I was sure that she was insane now.
“Raechel, there’s obviously something wrong,” I pulled away from her. “Maybe you hit your head or something. My grandparents are here, they can help.”
“PLEASE, ALLEN!” Raechel was pleading now. “You’ve trusted me before, Alen! Why not now?”
A crash interrupted her begging and a group of men crashed through nothing.

All questionings of Raechel’s sanity were gone from my head, if anything, I was questioning my own sanity, wondering if I’d hit my head and was hallucinating.
Not knowing what to do, I ran at the circle, thinking of Gorthon, Raechel, and the people chasing me.
I didn’t break a bone in my face, and plunged through the circle into Gorthon.

[Ranger of the North]

O.O

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Word Count: 763
Genre: Fantasy
Follow Up: You have got to be kidding me

Characters:

Name: Aroudora
Age: 120 (25)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fair skin, freckles, coppery brown hair that reaches her shoulders

Name: Aevudor
Age: 120 (25)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tanned skin, russet colored hair nearly as long as his sister’s. Silvery eyes.


Nelosea was the home of the gods. They thrived there, gazing upon the many worlds, or at least when they got the chance through their mirror.
The gods had magic - powerful magic. Twin or triplet deities had the same ‘special power.’
Twins and triplets were uncommon.
One day a pair was born to Citopia and Khukar. As Citopia was the goddess of motherhood and childbirth, it came as no surprise that she had twins.
Gods could take on any form they wanted, and they were immortal. They couldn’t die, but they could be near death. They didn’t always heal from wounds, but death was little more than a fairy tale for immortals.
A god could not, however, gift themselves more maturity. Once a god or goddess became mature, they were given their title.
Citopia and Khukar were early at eighty, although Citopia and Kukar’s twins, Aroudora and Aevudor, were average at one hundred.
Aroudora and her brother were taken to Riccan, The World of Wisdom, and knelt before the Pool of Decisions.
Then came the whisper.
“Aroudora, you will be the goddess of Passion and Magic.”
The young goddess rose with a smile, and stepped back.
“Aevudor, you will be the god of Strive and Valor.”
He frowned, and stepped away. “Wonderful,” he sighed. “I'm the god of arguing and violence.”
“No,” Aroudora said. “Strife is arguing, yes, but it's usually about important things. And Valor is bravery.”
Aevudor snorted. “I knew Magic was gonna be one of yours, but I expected Intelligence, too.”
His twin laughed. “I wish! Geontis already has that honour.”
“Victory too,” Aevudor added as the twins walked back to the gods’ mirror- they’d used it to get to Riccan, and they had to use it to get back to Nelosea.
Aroudora whistled. “Lucky guy.”
The duo stopped at the mirror, gazing down into its crystalline depths. Aevudor, for what seemed like the millionth time, tapped at it with his toe, marvelling as it rippled like water, instead of clear glass.
Aroudora elbowed him. “You'll never quit doing that, will you?”
Aevudor shook his head and stepped forward, vanishing into the mirror. It rippled for a while, before going back to clear glass. Aroudora stepped forward. It felt like she was sinking through water, then something pulled at her, light flashed and she sprung out of the mirror on the other side, and landed neatly on the ground.
Aevudor sighed. “Just think! Soon we’ll get the handle on our own portals, and everyone will expect us to take them instead of the mirror!”
Like all Nelosean twins, (and triplets,) they had the same power - creating portals to other worlds, meaning they could travel between worlds without the mirrors.
Time passed - twenty years, to be exact, though Aroudora and Aevudor were immortal and technically ageless- time was irrelevant in Nelosea. You could arrive there at fifteen, still technically be fifteen when you left, and all your nieces and nephews could be eighty.
The duo’s parents confronted them. They were worried. Most gods were the patron god of somewhere ten years after they were named. Aroudora spent all their time world hopping and otherwise goofing off.
Citopia started with a small, reassuring smile. Khukar jumped right into the action. “You two,” he began. “Aren’t the patron god or goddess of anywhere yet. You’re late. By ten years.”
Aroudora and Aevudor exchanged glances that said the same thing. Where are they going with this?
“So,” Citopia said calmly. “We think it would be best if you left Nelosea, temporarily, of course and came back when you were the patron gods of somewhere.”
“You’re kicking us out?!” If Aroudora’s eyes reflected her emotions like Ikipi’s did, they would have turned an even darker shade of red than they were since birth.
Citopia shook her head solemnly. “No. This is like a mother telling her child to get outside, we’re not punishing you, it may feel like that, but we’re helping you, I swear.
Aroudora relaxed a little- but only a little, as did Aevudor.
“Fine,” Aevudor said with a small sigh. He opened his fist so the palm of his hand went forward, and a swirling black portal appeared.
“Let's go to the same place,” Aroudora suggested. “I’ve always wanted to be in Egros for longer than a few days.”
Aevudor nodded. “Egros,” he said simply, his eyes focused intently on the portal.
Aroudora grasped her brother’s hand, then shot a glance at him. At the same time, they let go of each other, and stepped through the swirling darkness.

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Word Count: 934
Genre: Fantasy
Follow Up: Oh, this is going to be good

Characters:

Name: Aroudora
Age: 120 (25)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fair skin, freckles, coppery brown hair that reaches her shoulders

Name: Aevudor
Age: 120 (25)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tanned skin, russet colored hair nearly as long as his sister’s. Silvery eyes.

Aroudora stood on the grass.
“We’re near Lithen,” Aevudor declared.
Aroudora nodded. She started to walk, but suddenly stopped.
“We have to change,” she said. “If we go into Lithen like this, we’ll lose the element of surprise.”
Aevudor nodded. “Mm.”
Aroudora sighed and stepped back. She thought of herself as a mortal- she could look anyway she wanted- she could have black hair, or red hair, she could take the form of a toddler, or that of an old woman.
She decided on an eighteen-year-old girl.
This form looked much more human. She had blond hair, eyes like pure silver, and awfully pale, yet eerily beautiful skin. She would still be considered beautiful, but not nearly as divine as an immortal.
Aevudor was next. He gained brown eyes, fair skin, and blond hair, held in a ponytail.
“There’s still something there,” Aroudora said. “Something… different, something that I know isn’t human.”
Aevudor nodded. His sister still radiated power, and he assumed he did too. The twins’ disguises might not have been as foolproof as they wanted.
“Tasha Burgelini,” Aroudora said, gesturing at herself. “At your service, for now.”
Aevudor blinked, realizing that he had to come up with a mortal name for himself, too.
“Simon Burgelini!” He blurted.
Aroudora smiled. “So… twins forever?”
Aevudor smiled back. “Yup.”
The two began the walk to Lithen. It didn’t take them long to reach, only around five minutes.
“Hello!” Someone shouted.
Aroudora and Aevudor’s heads snapped to the voice at the same time. There was a young girl at the gate to Lithen- she couldn’t be any more than five years old. She had curly black hair, green eyes, and fair skin.
The twins exchanged glances and headed to her.
“What are your names?” She asked. “I’m Penelope Toivonen, but you can call me Pen!”
“Uh,” Aroudora started first. “I’m Tasha Burgelini, you can call me... Tasha.”
Aevudor nodded. “I’m her twin brother, Simon. You can just call me Simon.”
Pen nodded. “I like those names! Come into Lithen, we love strangers!” The little girl raced into the city.
Aroudora and Aevudor exchanged glances that said small children are too pure for this world.
They laughed before following Pen into a large house.
“Daddy! These are my friends!” Pen announced to a muscular man sitting at a table. He turned to face them. He had black hair, brown eyes, and dark skin.
“Ah! Welcome to my house! I’m Ennius, Pen’s father, I hope she didn’t trouble you?”
“Oh no, not at all,” Aevudor said, glancing at the cheery girl.
“Your daughter is very sweet,” Aroudora said, smiling at Pen, who beamed right back.
“Leave Pen here with me,” Ennius said. “How long are you staying here?”
Aevudor shrugged. “We’re not sure yet.”
“Alright then, why don’t you two find a hotel? I know of a great one, it’s on Liberty Way, big red building, big sign that says Royal Canopy Hotel, you can’t miss it!”
As the two left, Pen called after them. “And if you don’t like it, you can sleep here ‘cuz we’ve got a million extra bedrooms!”
Ennius roared with laughter as Aroudora closed the door. The twins glanced at eachother, then doubled over laughing.
“Kids are the best thing in the world!” Aroudora laughed. “I want a million of ‘em! Just surround me in kids!”
Someone stopped the twins on the way to Liberty Way.
“There’s something off about you two,” he said, looking carefully at them. “Not a bad off, quite the opposite, actually.”
His eyes widened. “You’re not human.”
Several people turned their heads.
“I know immortals when I see them,” the man said. “Will you bless us with your true forms?”
Some people turned their heads back around, dismissing him as a raving lunatic, at least until Aroudora and Aevudor shed their disguises. There was a crackle as it happened, and soon all heads were on the two immortals.
Several gasps rippled through the crowd, some people immediately fell to their knees- not because Aroudora and Aevudor were particularly strong immortals, but because they were, well… gods.
Like dominoes, other people knelt.
It was a while before either of the twins spoke, then Aevudor broke the silence with one word, “rise.”
The people around them did as told.
“What is your name?” Aroudora asked to the man who had recognized them first.
“I am Blasius Rinaldi,” he answered. The man had salt and pepper hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. He was not looking either of the immortals directly in the eye, but he wasn’t averting his gaze.
“Well, Blasius,” Aevudor said. “I am pleased that you recognized us, even if it means our disguises weren’t as foolproof as we intended. I wish to honor you- well, the entire town of Lithen, perhaps I will be your patron god.”
“It would be an honor, Aevudor.”
Aroudora silently fumed, it was her idea to go to Egros! She should have first pick! “Hold on, Aevudor,” she said. “Perhaps I should be the patron god of Lithen. After all, I said we should go to Egros.”
Aevudor sighed. “It was my idea to be the patron god of Lithen!”
“It was my idea,” Aroudora said. “Why else would I say we should head here?”
Aevudor threw his arms in the air. “So? Either of us would have said we should go here, eventually! We weren’t far!”
The twins were arguing like there was no tomorrow. Arguments didn't happen often between the two, but they often ended with a rage-filled battle.
Hopefully, the duo would be smart enough to not torch Lithen,

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Word Count: 813
Genre: Fantasy
Follow Up: N/A

Characters:

Name: Aroudora
Age: 120 (25)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fair skin, freckles, coppery brown hair that reaches her shoulders

Name: Aevudor
Age: 120 (25)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tanned skin, russet colored hair nearly as long as his sister’s. Silvery eyes.



The twin's heated argument continued, barbed words flying back and forth like bullets that pierced the mind instead of skin.
Aroudora’s brow furrowed in a furious scowl. “We will compete,” she offered. “We will compete to be the patron god of this city.”
Footsteps could be heard running into Liberty Way. It was Ennius. “Are you here, you two?!” He shouted. “Pen reminded me that the Roval Canopy Hotel is on Victory Way, not Liberty-”
Ennius suddenly stopped in his tracks. “A-aroudora, and Ae-aevudor, here, in Lithen…”
Aroudora smiled devilishly. “Hello, Ennius, sorry for the shock.”
The poor man looked like he was about to faint.
“What did our humble city do to summon the presence of two immortals?”
“We are competing to be your patron god. “
Ennius still appeared to be on the brink of melting into a puddle right there. “Perhaps honor me with news of the victor?”
He looked puzzled, as if he didn’t know what to do, before finally wiping away the sweat brimming on his brow and stumbling out of the square.
“A test of wits and strength,” Aroudora suggested. “We will take our battle to space, where it won’t destroy anything, and we will allot ourselves… two hours to find weapons.”
Aevudor nodded. “But no magic funny business. I don’t have that ability.”
Aroudora wanted to tell him that it was a learned ability, not something she just was born with, so she should be able to use it, but she shut up. She might’ve been angry, but she didn’t want to start another quarrel- Aevudor was in a blind fury of power when he was angry.
The two headed to space, and watched at Egros faded out of view. It wasn’t accessible by space, unlike some worlds.
Aevudor and Aroudora went their separate ways, searching the worlds for things they could use.
An hour passed, and both Aroudora and Aevudor remembered a world that would be very valuable to them- Riccan, the World of Wisdom.
They both summoned a portal in space and headed through.
Aroudora made it to the World of Wisdom first, and raced to the Pool of Desicions.
“What do I do?” She asked. “Aevudor is strong and I can’t use my magic.”
There was silence before the voice finally came. “Nothing. I see things. I see all things. I saw your argument.” If the pool had eyes, they would have glimmered. “Why can’t you both be the patron god of Lithen?”
Aroudora shook her head. “That’s never happened before!”
“And your point is? Are there some rules about this that I don’t know? Long ago I was corporeal, like you. I never knew that one day I wouldn’t be. Did that mean it would never happen? Obviously not.”
Aroudora sighed and rose to her feet. “Thank you.”
She turned to see Aevudor standing behind her. “I heard everything,” he said. “The pool is right.”
Aroudora nodded and smiled. “Of course.”
The two headed back to Lithen.
“We have decided!” Aevudor announced in the square.
Aroudora smiled. “We are both your patron god.”
A mixture of cheers and surprised words rushed through the crowd, and Aroudora and Aevudor headed back to Ennius’ house.
He opened the door and smiled. “Welcome back! Which of you are our patron god?”
“Both of us.” Aroudora and Aevudor answered simultaneously
Ennius looked like he was on the brink of fainting once again, but he invited the two inside. “Come, Pen wishes to speak with you.”
The twins headed inside to see Pen standing the living room, her arms crossed, and a small pout on her face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Aroudora shrugged. “We wanted to keep it a secret, at least for a while.”
Pen appeared to contemplate that answer, but it didn't take long for her to decide she liked it. “Okay!” She said. “Can you stay for a while? Forever?”
Aevudor sighed. “We have to be going now.”
“Oh,” Pen’s face fell. “But you’ll visit, right?”
“Of course!” Aroudora said with a smile.
As they left for Nelosea, Aroudora knew, deep in her heart, that she and Aevudor would be returning. Maybe Pen would be married with a child. Maybe she’d only be seven. But someday the twins would return to Lithen and Pen.
Someday.



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Citopia and Khukar accepted Aroudora and Aevudor’s decision
“If wisdom itself wanted it to happen, it ought to be good,” Citopia said. She and Khukar had heard the whole story and agreed that it was the right decision. They also agreed that Pen was the cutest kid ever.
Every night, Aroudora and Aevudor went up to space to explore the worlds. Later, astronomers discovered the swirling darkness and named them ‘black holes.’
To this day, Aroudora and Aevudor still create these ‘black holes,’ and yes, they are portals to other worlds.

But don't go trying any out.

[Ranger of the North]

Oh, those ones with the gods were cool Almost legends~!