[Zuppe]

ends in a few days!

this aether has something special to tell

a little story dear say?

to win, make up a fantasy story

tell me about this aether and what they went through in the story

tell me if they were a prince or a princess,

a night who slayed a dragon

a witch/wizard... heroine or villain...

the story may not have any less than 200 words and the maximum is 2000 words.

[supernovacity]

name;;

Makoto

gender;;

demiboy

story;;

(written from a humanoid perspective, as i can't write quads very well qvq)

The aether woke up to the sound of metal clinking and fire crackling, the cloth of the tent above him. Groggily he sat up, the early morning sun shining in through the slight opening in the tent. He slowly pulled himself out of the tent, yawning as he did so. He walked out to greet his companions, though the words sounded quieter, or sometimes louder, than he expected them to. His actions seemed almost out of his control, sometimes more forceful than intended, sometimes not forceful enough. The knight was puzzled, perhaps he hadn't gotten enough sleep that night? He sought to clear his mind and walk for a while, but things seemed so..unrealistic? The trees blew in the wind too bouncily, the grass underfoot felt like it was barely present. The aether was lost in thought, and he ended up tripping over his own two feet as a result.
The feeling of falling jolted him awake yet again, and he lifted his head and glanced around for a moment, he was back in his home, a cabin tucked deep within the woods. The aspiring author rushed over to his desk and jotted down the memories he retained from his dream, the writing was messy, as his hands still seemed hard to move from them having been slept on, and his brain found it hard to create the words he was looking for, ever desperately trying to grasp from his sleeping mind. He set his pen down and quietly wandered off to his kitchen, getting a tea kettle full of water put on the stove and plucking a personal favorite tea from his collection and setting it on the counter while he dug around for a cup. Once he set his cup on the counter he leaned back on the counter, and he straightened out his baggy pajama pants, and went off in search of his glasses while he waited for his tea water to come to boil, so he could brainstorm on the lives of the adventurers he'd met in his dream.

[wolf ;;]

res res right here

"State your business here."
The young aether stared at the slit in the door, where one eye was peeking through, staring at her. "I am here to see...you-know-who..."
The eye rolled, before the voice behind the door spoke again. "Alright, I will open the door."
The slit then closed, and there was the sound of chains moving beyond the door before it swung open, whoever...or whatever had been peeking through, was now gone, without a trace.
The female stepped inside, tail twitching before she heard a creak, and she turned, just in time to see the door slam behind her. Flicking an ear and staying still for a moment, she then turned, pulling her cloak in more around her face before going down the hall...towards the room, the only room this place had.
She walked over, opening the large wooden door with a freak and walking into the almost pitch black room, before closing it. How do I find him?
Well, it seemed she didn't need to, as a voice bellowed over the silence.
"Who are you."
"Great Shadow, I am Mallory of the west, come to seek your help that you give to those who prove loyal." The aether said, bowing, not looking at the beast that emerged. "Oh great one, my family is in danger, we need your help!"
"I refuse."
The aether looked up helplessly at the creature, staring into the lifeless, cold red eyes. "But please-"
"My answer is no! That is final!" The creature bellowed, and the aether crouched down, scared out of her wits.
"You need to bring an offering. Only then will I think about it."

WIP

[BooDaBear001]

╭xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╮
xx➸Akumu
xx➸20 moons
xx➸Male
xx➸Loves Japanese songs,
xxRock music, And is intrested
xxIn the history and myths of
xxAether Guides and other
xxspecies. loves to use
xxBlack raspberries for
xxInk. Likes to write
xxstories.
╰xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╯

Akumu had woken up to find his parents not home again. It was the third time that week,
And he was getting worried. He tried to look around the forest for them,
But they weren't In sight, And he got frustrated. He tore a branch off the bush next to
him, And broke it in frustration. He wanted to find his parents, and Little did he know,
That they were dead. He looked around, Then headed back quickly home. He had seen
a Bee behind him, And he Hated them. He would have wished that they were extinct if
they hadn't been here to bring pollen and pollenate the flowers and make honey. He
sighed, as he fumbled with the headphones before putting them on, and looking around.
He came face to face with a small spider, And shrieked loudly. "SPIDER!!!" He screamed,
And it fell to the floor as he stomped on it. Akumu's breath became faster, But he soon
calmed down. he looked around, And sighed. His parents still weren't home to see the
foolish act he had committed.

Akumu looked around the small patch of raspberries, To look for ripe, black ones. He had
one bundle of raspberries tucked under his chin in a big bundled leaf already, as the aether
guide collected the berries, and plopped down, Wrapping the leaf into a bundle, Neatly
tied and ready to bring back. His parents had been gone after he fell asleep, And He found
them gone, A note written neatly on the front door. He had read it, And kept it on the door.
He was unaware of anything happening in the world. This huge, Creature filled world.

-2 months later-
Akumu finished writing the final paragraph, With a quill, And his special ink. He was
very proud of himself, indeed. And this, Is how the story of his life ends. He has become
and author of action, Horror, And biography books for aether guides to enjoy.

[6Dewdrops]

Username: 6Dewdrops
Name: Anarchy "Ana"


~•~

Perhaps it was the way the sun fell upon her golden pelt that day.
Or perhaps it was the way that her hair had come to lay.
Maybe it was the way the knock sounded on the door.
Or maybe it was the yells that came from inside her core.
But something seemed different and strange.
Maybe that was how she expected the change.

~•~

How does one anticipate change?
Do they know the future and prepare?
Do they live on without a care?
How does one anticipate change?

Anarchy finished the pieces by scrawling her name across the bottom of the page. She opened her eyes to read the poems. A stone fell into the pit of her stomach. This had happened enough times for her to know the drill. Her quill clattered to the desk and she leapt to her feet. The moment her feet hit the floor, the sun peaked over the hill outside her window. Ana panicked and looked out the window. Sunlight streamed into her modest room. She turned her head and her hair fell over her face. The door rattled with three angry knocks. Ana began pacing anxiously. What should she do?

While Ana thought about her next move, more hard knocks rattled the door. Now a voice joined the knocking. The deep voice echoed in her mind. "Ana! Open the door! Ana!" She squeezed her eyes shut. This can't be happening. Have the deaths she witnessed come back to haunt her? And they want me to open the door to my heart?

The voice came again. "Ana! Open the door now before I bust it down myself!" Ana's eyes shot open. She blushed. Her thoughts had run rampant, making her mistaken her best friend's voice for a million strangers.

Ana rushed to the door and turned the knob. Caspian stood outside. He was breathing heavily and looked ready to rush the maple wood board standing between him and his friend. Once the door was open, he pushed his way past her. Ana stuttered an apology. Caspian turned to her. [b]"I don't want to hear it. We have a mission."


WIP

[yttd]

┏ ............................. ┓
name ; Saint Bridgette Lockheart
age ; 24 human years
gender ; female
┗ ............................ ┛

swiggity swooty i'm coming for that booty
bridgette sighed and narrowed her eyes as she moved to her bedroom window and peered out. the wind flowed through her fur and passed a chill through her bones. she sighed and turned her head downwards. "princess bridgette!" one of her maids called, bringing her breakfast. bridgette devoured her breakfast quickly before heading out into the courtyard. it wasn't long before a loud roar echoed throughout the kingdom...and moments later a wyvern was amongst them. the princess took up her sword and slay the dragon for her people, then being named a saint by the church.

[OutdatedBoombox]

Name: Eureka (el-wreck-ah)
Gender: female

Eureka donned her armor. Always the stronger of twin girls, she'd lost her sister several years ago. Or, at least, she thought she had. Recently there had been rumors of a beautiful golden Aether, quite like herself, imprisoned by a dragon to the north. The supposedly 'vile' serpent was keeping the lovely female captive. Eureka sought out to find her, hoping... praying that it was her lost sibling. She hooked her small cart up to her trusty steed*, and the two set off. They traveled for days, always heading north. The two stopped in towns along the way, searching for more rumors but finding nothing. Until they came to Ridgetown. Eureka walked into the local tavern while leaving her steed outside. She approached the tavern's owner.

"I require information on the supposed whereabouts of the dragon and its supposed prisoner."

The owner looked up, startled to find a knight, and a female one at that, demanding information. "You mean Ganron? Yes. She has a lovely Aether under her paw. Looks mighty similar to you, knight-girl."

Eureka scowled at being called 'Knight-girl', "Respect me, please. Just tell me where he is."

The owner grinned, "Last seen about a mile northeast."

Eureka gave him a few coins and left, urging her steed into a run. "I'm coming, sister.". The Viscet ran for as long as she could before slowing to a walk, drained of energy. Once that time came, the armored Aether got out of her cart and set off on foot, alone. She walked, and walked, soon running across a large black dragon with the Golden aether, her sister, sitting happily upon her muzzle. "Eureka?!" She gasped, leaping down to Aid her sibling whilst the dragon grumbled slightly.

"Here to kill me, are you?" The Dragon's deep, yet feminine voice was bored and irritated.

"No. I wanted to see if my sister was alive." Eureka flung her helmet to the ground and rubbed up against her sibling's soft pelt. The other Aether grinned ectastically.

"Sorry, Eureka, but I'd like to stay here with Ganron."

Eureka nodded, accepting her sister's decision to stay with the massive beast, "I wish you happiness."

~The End~



*My Viscet Neara

[heterochromia]

username:heterochromia
name: Unmei
meaning: Destiny in Japanese
gender: female
{this is sort of a circle story, that is why the beginning and endings are the same.. the first paragraph is sort of a look into the future of what is going to happen)



Unmei admired the dainty chime of a raindrop falling into a pond, watching the ripples expand, eventually fading back to a still water. She had seemingly been sitting by the pond for hours, the reflection of the still, cold water in her empty eyes. It was midday, however the dark clouds absorbed all of the sunlight, so there was no way to tell. The darkness and quiet left Unmei in sorrow, so she sat, watching the ripples on the pond, thoughts of the previous days burned into her mind, filled with regret. There is no light now.

_

The sky was bright. The light seeped through Unmei's eyes, awakening her. Although the day had just begun, Unmei felt almost overwhelmed with things she had to do. "Unmei." the bold, voice sent chills down Unmei's spine, which she knew too well. ""You understand how much the village needs you today, so I suggest that you meet with the general early to discuss how we will be using you during warfare. I know that you do not enjoy doing this, but you must respect my orders... after all, if it wasn't for me, you would be dead." The cold voice shook Unmei, snapping her back into the harsh reality. "Yes, father."

The day came back into Unmei's vision, all too clear. The day Unmei was born, the day she murdered her mother, the day her father's spirit was snatched by hatred. The village of gold, Unmei's village, quickly became targeted by superior land-thirsty nations. In an attempt to last save the village, Unmei's father created a serum that would make its user completely indestructible, however the consequences were still unknown. This serum, he injected into his first child, Unmei, while she was still developing in her mother. The day of her birth, Unmei was born without any control over her powers, and ended up killing her mother. Her mother's death left her father heartless, and although he lashed out at Unmei, the true aether he despised was himself. This indestructibility evolved into a full out war-machine, and soon enough, at the age of three Unmei was being put out on the front line, used as a sacrificial piece in order to protect the village of gold.

Unmei was near adulthood now, and the warfare between the village was only getting worse, as several nations begun to fear Unmei, they decided to form an alliance in order to kill her once and for all. Now, Unmei stood in front of her father, awoken by the sun, but shaken into reality. "Go, now." Unmei made her way to the general's headquarters, where they were devising a strategy in order to eliminate the other nations ambush squad without any casualities. Unmei stood, the pain in her heart of hatred and warfare slowly overflowing.

As Unmei stood, devising a plan with the others, her father was busy at work secretly. He knew the true goal of the nations was to rid the village of gold of Unmei, however he wouldn't let this happen. Her father loved his daughter, however he lost the expression of love with the pain of her mother. After her death, his new goal was to protect Unmei and rid her of the serum, so he secretly came up with a complicated plan against the military's orders to protect his daughter. He knew he had to stay strong and be tuff on Unmei, in order to reach her full potential, which could only be activated when the serum is released from inside Unmei, releasing her from immortality, and no longer being a tool of war.

After the village of gold became successful from the war, they were given orders by her father to continue to atttack, deciding to gain land for themselves. This upset Unmei, as they begun killing the innocent. If she was captured, the village of gold would soon fall to the other nations, so erradicating them would never allow the village to fall. Unmei's father, however, was busy working in his squad, making the last preparations needed to complete the plan. Unmei's regrets then turned into hatred for her father, and soon, she made plans of her own to kill the one aether behind it all: her father.

As the village of birds went up in flames from her fathers orders, Unmei had enough, all of the rage she had stored inside of her suddenly burst, and a large explosion came from within Unmei, which spread for hundreds of miles, killing any aether in range, including the entire village of gold. This explosion reached her father's squad, and after seeing him collapse, Unmei reached him, however, he sat in tears, smiling at Unmei. "You.. have.. freed yourself," he spoke, his voice fainting. "When you kill the one who loves you most.. you are freed from the serum.." Unmei felt her throat clogging, realizing what she has done. "No!" she cried, grasping her father. "Please stay.." Her father smiled once more, looking at her eyes. "Live on.. you are free...I am now, too"

_

The explosion left the skies dark, and Unmei collapsed next to her father, tears flowing into a puddle, watching the ripples expand, eventually fading back to a still water. She had seemingly been sitting by the pond for hours, the reflection of the still, cold water in her empty eyes. It was midday, however the dark clouds absorbed all of the sunlight, so there was no way to tell. The darkness and quiet left Unmei in sorrow, so she sat, watching the ripples on the pond, thoughts of the previous days burned into her mind, filled with regret. There is no light now.

[mal du pays]

Dropping as I do not have an idea or enough time

[Moorray]

Res with the job of an anti hero