[recherché.]

res!!
- spent time with brother before he went off to military.
- didn't want him to go
- ended up enlisting to be with him more

leah

[The White Feline]

Pretty cat.

[✦ nemuri]

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username: .kaede
name: sunday

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time they persevered:

much to contrary belief, the life a goddess isn't all sunshine and rainbows, especially if you're a minor
goddess. although seeing your followers praise your name and tell tales of your tribulations can be
rewarding, it was seldom worth the actual pain and trouble that gods go through.

sunday, in particular, knew this better than anyone else. why would mortals care about the well-being
of the gods they worshipped? to them, if you couldn't perform your job like a machine, then you weren't
worth acknowledging.

a god's power depended on the number of followers they had.

if you had none, you might as well just fade away.

gods also couldn't meddle in affairs that were outside their realm of expertise. that being said, when a
plague hit the village that sunday was tasked with looking after, all the villagers came to sunday for
help and guidance, even though sunday was a goddess of agriculture.

very quickly, the villagers learned that although sunday assisted with the growth of their crops, she
could do nothing to stop the devastation of the plague. in a blink of an eye, the villagers started to lose
faith in her. how could they trust sunday, now that they knew that she wasn't as invincible as the other
gods? they tore down and desecrated her shrines until one remained, and it was only because that
shrine was located on a mountain peak that they left it alone.

very quickly, all of sunday's followers left until few remained, and even then, they were tempted to turn
their backs on her.

it was then that sunday learned what hopelessness felt like. it was nothing she had ever experienced
when she was a mortal; it felt like she was constantly falling, with her power dwindling with every
shrine burnt and sticks of incense broken.

it was difficult, and the only thing sunday could do in that situation was simply to hold on and hope that
the plague would end soon, and that order would be restored in that little village. she continued to help
wherever she could, even though she understood that there was little she could do about a plague. still,
she would try to help medicinal herbs grow faster and more abundantly, if only to relieve some of the
symptoms of the plague.

so, with the motive to heal the broken remains of the village, she descended from heaven to extend a
helping hand. being immune to the plague, sunday toiled in the fields along with those who were still
able to work. she cultivated potent herbs and curried favour with the gods and goddesses of medicine
to save the village.

when disaster was averted and peace was restored, sunday left, deeming her job to be temporarily
complete. the villagers, remembering their god of agriculture, started to rebuild the shrines they
destroyed in their anger. they embarked on a journey of healing, with sunday leading the way.

in the face of tragedy, she'll try to stay strong.


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extra:




art by me ; click image to zoom

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[ThatPinkThing]

Username: ThatPinkThing
Name: Joseph
Time they persevered: "All I want to do is play, to reach this dream, but every turn I take takes it farther away from me." A gloriously passionate young violinist faces many struggles to achieve his dream of being a career musician. Broken instrument, theft, vision problems, and a doubting family to boot.
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[redhorizon]

Username: Pesagus
Name: Eowyn
Time they persevered (500 words max): The sun peers over the forested hills, casting its warmth upon anything in its path. Those that are smart enough stop and take it in. Others, still asleep, won’t know what they’re missing. The castle towers stand tall, watching over the kingdom, and somewhere inside, Princess Eowyn is sitting by the window, watching the morning bloom. It’s peaceful, it’s quiet. No one dare disturb the thick silence hanging in the air.

A loud boom echoes throughout the kingdom, and the fantasy bubble bursts. More booms, thuds, bangs, and blasts follow the first, and however far away it may be, everyone can hear.

Eowyn shivers at the cannon sounds. Thoughts of her dad, riding gallantly into battle, fill her mind and bring a familiar grief. She wonders if her mother is feeling the same way, just a floor below her.

Gripping both sides of her chair, she pulls herself slowly, painfully to her feet. Her legs shake as she gingerly pads across the room. She bends down and wraps her frail fingers around the handle of the sword her father carried to the moment he fell, defeated at last.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head.

“I’m going to make you proud, father... Just you wait.” She sets the sword down and returns to her seat.

The princess was born with a disease that targets her muscles, causing immense weakness. Her whole life she’s watched from the sidelines while everyone else fought her battles. After the recent loss of her father, Princess Eowyn has made the near impossible decision to begin her training as a warrior, to fight this war for her kingdom the way her father showed her.

The training is intense, difficult even for the able bodied. The princess has many challenges to overcome as she enters the training room. Young, aspiring warriors cackle at the sickly princess, holding her father’s sword delicately in her hands. The instructor emerges from a doorway, sword and shield in hand. His face is grim, but the sight of the princess brings an amused grin.

The day is long and difficult, every move Eowyn makes is exhausting but she pushes onward, the thought of her father motivating her. Swinging her sword and lifting her shield turns from impossible to merely difficult, and as the day pushes on, she develops new tactics to make up for where she lacks. Dodging is crucial, and her fake-outs are on point. She learns that wherever she looks, her opponent blocks. Look left, attack right. Dodge and roll, your shield is there to assist you.

By the end of the day, her limbs are stiff and sore, trembling violently, but her training is victorious. The new warriors file out of the room, grinning. Princess Eowyn drags herself home, collapsing upon entry.

Despite the pain and exhaustion, she can’t help but grin.

“I did it, father. I told you I would. Just wait, I will avenge you, and take back what’s been stolen from this kingdom you built.”

[499/500]
Extra (optional, art piece or 200 words):
Art by the absolutely incredible idyll ^^

[sun struck]

A sun kal;;-; this is what I’ve been waiting for Q.Q

[Pandacat101]

Username: Pandacat101
Name: Saundra
Time they persevered (500 words max): WIP
*Something about her mother dying and having to take care of her younger brother
Extra (optional, art piece or 200 words):
WIP

[nuvola]

my first time doing this, but I wanna try so I’m gonna just
slide in here and reserve a post. beautiful kalon !!

[f1owercrown]

mark with her aiding Acacia in knight training and such !!!
they're their older mentor and kldfsj markkkkk

[Knickknacks]

what a beauty aah- maybe mark?