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𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?

▣ ~IronPanda~

𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦?

▣ Ichido (一度 ✦ O N C E ✦)

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?

▣ Ichido saw a glimpse of himself on the metal cups. Steam climbed over the sides and flew up into the air while he studied the reflection. Back when he had all the time in the world, he always went to creek and shot at finches with his bow. 13th birthday he was gifted that by his father and by his 14th he had to wish for a new one. Of course it wasn’t his fault it broke—

“Ey’ drummer boy, we be waitin’ ya know,” a general cackled. With his leather suit and neat bow tie around his neck, he boasted his wealth but Ichido couldn’t help but stare at the huge gap in between his teeth as he spoke. In one hand the general held a half eaten drumstick and in the other a sword whose tip was implanted into the mossy old wooden tiles.

Ichido nervously set the platter in front of the general as every waited for a mistake to occur. Ichido didn’t like that he was the certain of attention nor the fact that they got a good view as the general sat at the head of the table. “Enjoy!” Ichido muttered as he give a respectful bow.

When Ichido went to bed that night, all he could think about was his actions. Not just today’s, but his actions everyday. The moon was well up by the time his head hit his pillow as the superiors made them work as long as they possibly could manage and for that he wished that he have the courage to stand up for what he believed to be wrong, and just not on his behalf. Which at that moment a idea slipped into his mind. Ichido woke up at the brink of dawn. He got up to check if the general was up, but he sank back down the his cot. What was he thinking? After sitting for a few more minutes, Ichido mustered up enough courage to peek at the high ranker’s corridor. Everything was still when he crawled down the hallway and everything was still when he popped his head in.

“Ahem, hello everyone,” Ichido said in a volume just loud enough for his comrades to hear when he got back. Some were awake, sitting up tall on their cots, while some were still motionless. “Does anyone else believe our current lifestyles are unfair?” At this comment, Ichido was pleased to receive a few head nods. “Well, what would they do without us?” He added with a bit more confidence. Some of those sleeping slowly began to raise their heads. Ichido pushed himself up into a cot and stood atop proud and tall. “Nothing’s going to change! Now I say we run into those woods and never look back, who’s with me?” Everything seemed blurry as man after man pushed each other desperate to reach the window. They started to chant something as a piercing ring rung in Ichido’s ear.

What has he done?

Word Count: 497
Thank you very much for this opportunity! Best of luck to all that enter.
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[KokichiOma]

username: KokichiOma
kalon name: TBA (Maybe Odin?)
what are they fighting for? [500 word limit]

[Knickknacks]

username: knickknacks
kalon name: Charon
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Charon’s sword blazed, a thin line of fire against the dark, a contrast against his own icy coloring. The blade was thin indeed- too thin, some would say, to be the only thing standing between these souls and oblivion.

Charon shuddered slightly, one hand on the hilt of his blade, and other gripping the rudder of his small boat. The souls around him rustled uncomfortably, a faint murmuring rising from among them like a distracting tune. Charon flattened his ears. He had learned long ago that it wasn’t wise to listen to those mutterings- the memories of others were their own, and shouldn’t be eavesdropped upon.

The dark waters lapped at the weathered wood around them, seeming almost to quail before the light of Charon’s sword.

Charon stared forward into the gloom, brandishing his sword before him like a torch. He had always found it amusing, the way reaping spirits were betrayed- great flapping cloaked figures with scythes, or grim-looking skeletons, sometimes.

That was where the mortals had got it wrong, he reflected- the reapers weren’t the bringers of death; they merely followed in its wake. They weren’t figures to be feared, they were the greatest allies of those hoping to pass into death. That was Charon’s eternal duty- fighting to protect the souls of the innocent on their passage into the next world. Tartarus knows there are plenty of beings out there who would gladly devour you all, Charon thought, gazing upon the souls in his boat almost pityingly. They were numb to the world at this point, still in shock from their deaths, murmuring and gazing listlessly about like lost sheep. Which was somewhat accurate, he supposed. And probably better for them- it had taken him centuries to get used to this passage, to the lapping of the River Styx below them and the roiling of the unseen monsters in the dark.

In centuries past, it had been worse- before he’d gained his sword, when he’d made the passage by the light of candles alone. Charon shuddered again, hands tightening on his blade. He’d lost many souls to the darkness in those days- more than he cared to remember. He was grateful for his sword, not only for the sake of his own comfort but for the sake of the souls. Despite his grim demeanor and cold coloring, Charon’s heart had never hardened entirely. He still felt sympathy for the souls in his charge, and was still haunted by the screams of those he’d failed to protect in the past.

It was a lonely job- he rarely interacted with other reapers, and the lost souls weren’t much for company. But Charon got by alright. He had his duty, his job, and that was all he needed. He believed that innocent souls deserved to pass into the next life safely, and would fight as long as he had to- for all eternity, even, if it meant just one more soul would be safe.

[astral.]

username: astral.
kalon name: Tyger
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[Zephara]

username: Diamond pet
kalon name: Jairi
what are they fighting for? ~ 498 words

Jairi is fighting for gold. He’s a mercenary, skilled in combat, infiltration, and thievery. Whatever job he’s performing, Jairi is always in it for money.

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“So what have you got for me?” Jairi sat in a corner of a noisy tavern, eyes locked on the cloaked figure before him. The kalon cleared his throat.

“I’ve heard from a friend that Lord Virn’s stronghold down south has something in its possession. An infinite source of gold.” Jairi narrowed his eyes.

“Gold you say.” The kalon nodded. “Is this source reliable?”

“Very.” Jairi pondered the kalon’s words. An infinite source of gold would mean he wouldn’t need to do any job again. Ever. Jairi abruptly stood up from the table. He reached into a satchel around his waist and dropped a small pouch on the table’s surface.

“For the information.” He walked outside the tavern and into the night. A small smile spread across his face. If he succeeded in this job his life would be very different.

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One moon-cycle later

Virn’s stronghold stood tall and imposing, hewn from slabs of flat black stone. Jairi assessed the looming towers, the guarded walls, and the soaring cliffs that dropped off right at the edge of the castle boundaries. This particular stronghold had an infamous reputation for being impenetrable. And any one who did get in uninvited, well- all there was to say was that the consequences were nasty.

Jairi grinned. He knew he would be the one to break through the stronghold’s ironclad defenses and destroy its imposing reputation.

About five minutes later, Jairi was scaling the cliffs. He climbed with not much difficulty, thanks to the reinforced metal claws he’d fastened over his real ones.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jairi had scaled the cliffs. He looked up the mass black stone, and spotted what he was looking for; a small barred window about halfway up. Jairi shook out his arms and began his second climb.

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The stronghold was cold, dark, and full of guards. Jairi snuck through the hallways, making his way towards the fortress’s dungeon, which according to his source was the location of the so called infinite gold source.

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The dungeon was quiet. Jairi, to be honest, found it a little creepy. He crept through the passageways when he heard voices. He slunk towards the sound, quiet as a mouse. The murmurs became discernible.

“For the last time girl, I’m warning you.”

The voices sounded from behind a heavy wooden door. Jairi looked through the keyhole, and stopped short. A chained kalon stood across from the door, a stone cradled in her arms. A moment passed, and the rock shimmered, turning a shining yellow hue. Gold. Another tall kalon nodded in a satisfied way.

“Excellent. Now keep it up.” Jairi watched for a moment longer, then slipped away.

Jairi had found what he was looking for. A tiny grin formed on his face. He would get what he wanted. No matter what measures it took.

[ufoparty]

username: rantipole
kalon name: logan
what are they fighting for?
MASSIVE w.i.p
— the government plans to build a large highway over where logan’s family lives
— they’ve lived there for around 200 years
— how do you write court scenes??

[zero.two]

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username. Min-Yoongi
kalon name. Cosmo
kalon gender. Male
prompt. 500 words








xxxxxxxxx─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: * You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one * :☆ﾟ. ───

For as long as he could remember, Cosmo had always been completely selfless. He almost never thought of himself and always looked for ways to make others happy before him, even if that meant sacrificing his own happiness. When he finally grew old enough to leave his family and live a life of his own, he decided it was time to start looking out for himself, especially if he didn't want to be miserable for the rest of his life.

Cosmo never had much good to say about himself. He would always say that nothing he did for himself would matter 100 years from now, but he began to learn that wasn't the point. The point is to make the most of what we have here and now, to achieve our own personal greatness, to feel good about ourselves and our role in the universe... and that was something he desperately craved. He wanted to feel good about himself, to look out for his own well being like he had done for so many others while he grew up. He knew it would be a struggle in his mind... a war between his past self and the person he wanted to become, but he also knew he had to fight for what he truly wanted.

He began his journey with the start of college; spending most of his time studying and trying to keep his eating and sleeping in a healthy cycle, something he had never given any thought to before. He was always so busy trying to make sure his siblings and his mother were taking care of themselves, or even taking care of them all on his own if they couldn't manage to. It was a hard few months at first, trying to keep himself from running back home to make sure everyone was ok, especially with the heavy-weighing guilt pushing down on his shoulders. He felt like he was becoming a selfish person... when in reality, he was being like everyone else... looking out for his own personal goals, and his own future.

Cosmo began to realize that being great doesn't mean being perfect... greatness comes from doing your very best every single day. He had to learn to give everything his full attention, and to realize what it looked like to give something your all and really put effort into your work. Though he hated every minute of it, he had to come to accept the fact that everyone makes mistakes, and he had to learn to live with the consequences that came from those mistakes, even if they were accidents.

You may ask, why pursue personal greatness?
because its something we can do on our own, and it alone can help to provide additional meaning and focus to our lives; a focus you may have been missing or just didn't think you could ever achieve.
Nothing feels better than taking care of and loving yourself unconditionally

You have to love yourself before you can love someone else.

word count: 505

[AuroWander]

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[La Volpe]

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