Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"Well then, lucky you." She mocks. "Can you cast Plant Growth yet? Or Detect Animals and Plants?" She kneels to be eye-to-eye with him. "Or do I have to teach you?"
"I can cast all those spells I can I just need to remember how!" He says quickly.
"Prove it!" She snarls. She shoves him toward the woods. "Bring me a four-leafed clover."
"Why are you being so mean?" Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"Prove it!" She snarls. She shoves him toward the woods. "Bring me a four-leafed clover."
"Why are you being so mean?" Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
She reaches into her hair and draws a massive, rusted, serrated iron knife. "Do you want to have to watch children eat each other, or would you prefer to do your job, brat?!" She jabs the knife at him, not touching him but getting dangerously close. She leans close, holding the blade behind her back. "Or do you want to be as worthless as your father was?" She whispers.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"Prove it!" She snarls. She shoves him toward the woods. "Bring me a four-leafed clover."
"Why are you being so mean?" Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
She reaches into her hair and draws a massive, rusted, serrated iron knife. "Do you want to have to watch children eat each other, or would you prefer to do your job, brat?!" She jabs the knife at him, not touching him but getting dangerously close. She leans close, holding the blade behind her back. "Or do you want to be as worthless as your father was?" She whispers.
"h-h-huh? I... Okay! Okay!"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
She reaches into her hair and draws a massive, rusted, serrated iron knife. "Do you want to have to watch children eat each other, or would you prefer to do your job, brat?!" She jabs the knife at him, not touching him but getting dangerously close. She leans close, holding the blade behind her back. "Or do you want to be as worthless as your father was?" She whispers.
"h-h-huh? I... Okay! Okay!"
She points with the knife. "You have 11 minutes. Get to it. Four leaves grown on one stem. Don't care how you get it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
"You should have things to hide. The angels have been alerted. They sent me to show you another way."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
She reaches into her hair and draws a massive, rusted, serrated iron knife. "Do you want to have to watch children eat each other, or would you prefer to do your job, brat?!" She jabs the knife at him, not touching him but getting dangerously close. She leans close, holding the blade behind her back. "Or do you want to be as worthless as your father was?" She whispers.
"h-h-huh? I... Okay! Okay!"
She points with the knife. "You have 11 minutes. Get to it. Four leaves grown on one stem. Don't care how you get it."
He's crying as he runs into the forest. After 11 minutes, he still hasn't left.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
"You should have things to hide. The angels have been alerted. They sent me to show you another way."
"Oh! The angles (Not a typo)! How worry some. I should be oh-so-scared that a couple of pompous winged fools know what I'm doing. If the angles are all that powerful, then how come they didn't know sooner? I've been doing this for years. If they are so blind that they only notice that I'm learning from the Teacher after I start plastering posters around town, do you really think you should be following them? And besides. The Teacher created everything we know. Do you really think that it would be so powerless as to not be able to destroy some of it's creation...?"
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
"You should have things to hide. The angels have been alerted. They sent me to show you another way."
"Oh! The Angles! How worry some. I should be oh-so-scared that a couple of pompous winged fools know what I'm doing. If the angels are all that powerful, then how come they didn't know sooner? I've been doing this for years. If they are so blind that they only notice that I'm learning from the Teacher after I start plastering posters around town, do you really think you should be following them? And besides. The Teacher created everything we know. Do you really think that it would be so powerless as to not be able to destroy some of it's creation...?"
"They only care because you're trying to recruit more people now." He turns to the crowd gathering around him. "Anyone who comes to this meeting will see the wrath of the angels, from one who has been personally gifted with the magic of the Lord!" His staff begins to glow, book pages rustling, as he floats into the air. "I needed no potion to do this! It is the magic given to me, not the magic you scum use. The cure to all Mythical problems is true! And the Lord has it! Denounce your status as a Mythical and I will cure every one of you from the ailment that plagues you so."
In the middle of his speech, people have started jeering at him and laughing. He points his staff at everyone and sighs. "I'll be back."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
She points with the knife. "You have 11 minutes. Get to it. Four leaves grown on one stem. Don't care how you get it."
He's crying as he runs into the forest. After 11 minutes, he still hasn't left.
She doesn't chase after him. In fact, she walks away after the first five minutes, leaving a large, purple toad in her place.
After a few hours, he pokes his head out from behind a tree, seeing the toad, and cautiously steps out of hiding.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
She doesn't chase after him. In fact, she walks away after the first five minutes, leaving a large, purple toad in her place.
After a few hours, he pokes his head out from behind a tree, seeing the toad, and cautiously steps out of hiding.
The toad croaks. It doesn't move from its spot or focus on him at all.
With a sob, he collapses to the ground, tearing up.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
"You should have things to hide. The angels have been alerted. They sent me to show you another way."
"Oh! The Angles! How worry some. I should be oh-so-scared that a couple of pompous winged fools know what I'm doing. If the angels are all that powerful, then how come they didn't know sooner? I've been doing this for years. If they are so blind that they only notice that I'm learning from the Teacher after I start plastering posters around town, do you really think you should be following them? And besides. The Teacher created everything we know. Do you really think that it would be so powerless as to not be able to destroy some of it's creation...?"
"They only care because you're trying to recruit more people now." He turns to the crowd gathering around him. "Anyone who comes to this meeting will see the wrath of the angels, from one who has been personally gifted with the magic of the Lord!" His staff begins to glow, book pages rustling, as he floats into the air. "I needed no potion to do this! It is the magic given to me, not the magic you scum use. The cure to all Mythical problems is true! And the Lord has it! Denounce your status as a Mythical and I will cure every one of you from the ailment that plagues you so."
In the middle of his speech, people have started jeering at him and laughing. He points his staff at everyone and sighs. "I'll be back."
"Woah woah woah! First of all, FRICK you! If this so called 'Lord' of yours created us all, and hates all mythicals, and wants us dead, then why- doens't he ome down here and smite us? Well, one, he left after the Teacher banished him from this realm, and even if he was here, he would be powerless! Second of all, I'm not a witch, but I take great offense at you calling witches 'scum'! Third of all, your so called 'magic' is tainted with promises! Your magic is gifted to you! Thus, it is meaningless. Magic, simply put, is a way of exerting your will on the surrounding world. I am a Fae. I cannot give that up, even if I wanted to, and I'm also a vampire, which I also cannot just give up. Fae are born with the innate skill to expert their will uon the world. They can speak to the environment, and it can listen! If you are just given that power, you aren't actually using it! You are just borrowing tricks from someone else! But the Teacher offers a better deal! Help it make the world listen to us, and punish those who've wronged us, and you can gain the same opportunities us Fae have, and then some! The Teacher doesn't give you power, it merely offers a chance to learn! All the Teacher did for me was enhance my potential, and teach me, and I became powerful enough to defend our realm against the attacks of the Vampire King! And learnt power is stronger than borrowed power, as the way you shape the world is unique. It is different. It is wild. And that is what magic is. Lastly, I have a better solution. If you 'Lord' is so high and mighty and totally-not-banished, then why does he want all mythicals to become humans? Mythicals are stronger than humans are. That is a fact. Why not make all humans mythicals? I'll tell you why. BEcause your 'Lord' is a fraud. All your 'Lord' wants is power. If we all were strong, then your 'Lord' wouldn't be powerful anymore! We could fight back. We could undermine it's supposed authority. And that is what scares your supposed 'Lord' the most. So, I will tell you this, and everyone who can hear me, listen. This person's master is a tyrant. Cruel. Evil. This 'Lord' wants conformity. This 'Lord' wants to destroy magic. Destroy nature. Destroy all that is wild, and wonderful. In the world that the 'Lord' was banished to after it rebelled against the grace of the Teacher, there eis no magic. Nature is being checked away. The Teacher has shown me that. And, if that same 'Lord' were to be brought here, if that same 'Lord' was given power, then it would do the same. The Teacher isn't like that, though. The Teacher doesn't want conformity. The Teacher wants growth. And life. And the Teacher wants everyone to be free. The Teacher wants everyone to pay for their crimes, and be offered redemption. The Teacher wants al to be equal. Join the Teacher, and this can very well happen! Fight back against this supposed 'Lord', and we won't have to end up like the other world. Join the Teacher, and we can thrive! Meet behind the Tavern at midnight, and learn! Do not worry about the reciprocation of the angles, for the Teacher will protect you. Join the ranks, and we can change this world for the better!"
HEr speech evolves over time, changing from a belittlement of the boy, to a speech too the surrounding crowd.
Evalryn walks through the town with her cloak upon her head. She stops by a building, waving her hand In front of the brickwork, and glowing red symbols are carved into the surface. It reads:
"The Teacher is waking. The Teacher provides knowledge. The Teacher provides power. Meet behind the Tavern at midnight to join the Teacher's cause."
Surrounding the inscription are strange glyphs, depicting tentacles and eyeballs. The patterns seem to shift every so often, swirling against the stone. Evalryn smiles, before continuing on her walk.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
"You should have things to hide. The angels have been alerted. They sent me to show you another way."
"Oh! The Angles! How worry some. I should be oh-so-scared that a couple of pompous winged fools know what I'm doing. If the angels are all that powerful, then how come they didn't know sooner? I've been doing this for years. If they are so blind that they only notice that I'm learning from the Teacher after I start plastering posters around town, do you really think you should be following them? And besides. The Teacher created everything we know. Do you really think that it would be so powerless as to not be able to destroy some of it's creation...?"
"They only care because you're trying to recruit more people now." He turns to the crowd gathering around him. "Anyone who comes to this meeting will see the wrath of the angels, from one who has been personally gifted with the magic of the Lord!" His staff begins to glow, book pages rustling, as he floats into the air. "I needed no potion to do this! It is the magic given to me, not the magic you scum use. The cure to all Mythical problems is true! And the Lord has it! Denounce your status as a Mythical and I will cure every one of you from the ailment that plagues you so."
In the middle of his speech, people have started jeering at him and laughing. He points his staff at everyone and sighs. "I'll be back."
"Woah woah woah! First of all, FRICK you! If this so called 'Lord' of yours created us all, and hates all mythicals, and wants us dead, then why- doens't he ome down here and smite us? Well, one, he left after the Teacher banished him from this realm, and even if he was here, he would be powerless! Second of all, I'm not a witch, but I take great offense at you calling witches 'scum'! Third of all, your so called 'magic' is tainted with promises! Your magic is gifted to you! Thus, it is meaningless. Magic, simply put, is a way of exerting your will on the surrounding world. I am a Fae. I cannot give that up, even if I wanted to, and I'm also a vampire, which I also cannot just give up. Fae are born with the innate skill to expert their will uon the world. They can speak to the environment, and it can listen! If you are just given that power, you aren't actually using it! You are just borrowing tricks from someone else! But the Teacher offers a better deal! Help it make the world listen to us, and punish those who've wronged us, and you can gain the same opportunities us Fae have, and then some! The Teacher doesn't give you power, it merely offers a chance to learn! And learnt power is stronger than borrowed power, as the way you shape the world is unique. It is different. It is wild. And that is what magic is. Lastly, I have a better solution. If you 'Lord' is so high and mighty and totally-not-banished, then why does he want all mythicals to become humans? Mythicals are stronger than humans are. That is a fact. Why not make all humans mythicals? I'll tell you why. BEcause your 'Lord' is a fraud. All your 'Lord' wants is power. If we all were strong, then your 'Lord' wouldn't be powerful anymore! We could fight back. We could undermine it's supposed authority. And that is what scares your supposed 'Lord' the most. So, I will tell you this, and everyone who can hear me, listen. This person's master is a tyrant. Cruel. Evil. This 'Lord' wants conformity. This 'Lord' wants to destroy magic. Destroy nature. Destroy all that is wild, and wonderful. In the world that the 'Lord' was banished to after it rebelled against the grace of the Teacher, there eis no magic. Nature is being checked away. The Teacher has shown me that. And, if that same 'Lord' were to be brought here, if that same 'Lord' was given power, then it would do the same. The Teacher isn't like that, though. The Teacher doesn't want conformity. The Teacher wants growth. And life. And the Teacher wants everyone to be free. The Teacher wants everyone to pay for their crimes, and be offered redemption. The Teacher wants al to be equal. Join the Teacher, and this can very well happen! Fight back against this supposed 'Lord', and we won't have to end up like the other world. Join the Teacher, and we can thrive! Meet behind the Tavern at midnight, and learn!"
HEr speech evolves over time, changing from a belittlement of the boy, to a speech too the surrounding crowd.
"I'm not calling witches scum." He says smoothly. "I'm calling all Mythicals scum. You claim the Lord is powerless, but the Lord only watches our games. They seek to create the perfect world, and they only came back because of me. Because I prayed, and the Lord listened. My family has been plagued with the curse of vampirism for centuries, but the Lord CURED me. I no longer need blood! I no longer need to hurt to live! I can be myself in all my glory. After all this, I now seek to cure everyone so that we can all live as equals. And you know why he cured me? Because I am the only vampire to make myself suffer and refuse to drink blood!"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
People turn to stare at the symbols... before the building begins to shake, collapsing to the ground. Alty runs over to the building and fixes it using his magic quickly, staring at the symbols.
Out of the rubble climbs a young boy, carrying a staff and book imbued with holy light. His hair is blonde, his eyes blue, his robes the color of the night sky. He glares at Alty. "I was gonna fix that!" He cries. "Oh forget it. Hey you!" He points at Evalryn.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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"Why are you being so mean?" Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
She reaches into her hair and draws a massive, rusted, serrated iron knife. "Do you want to have to watch children eat each other, or would you prefer to do your job, brat?!" She jabs the knife at him, not touching him but getting dangerously close. She leans close, holding the blade behind her back. "Or do you want to be as worthless as your father was?" She whispers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hello, there!"
She waves, face still somehow obscured by her hood.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Hey! Have you considered that you should maybe be a bit more secretive?"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"h-h-huh? I... Okay! Okay!"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Secretive? With what? I would only e secretive if I had something to hide."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
She points with the knife. "You have 11 minutes. Get to it. Four leaves grown on one stem. Don't care how you get it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You should have things to hide. The angels have been alerted. They sent me to show you another way."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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He's crying as he runs into the forest. After 11 minutes, he still hasn't left.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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She doesn't chase after him. In fact, she walks away after the first five minutes, leaving a large, purple toad in her place.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh! The angles (Not a typo)! How worry some. I should be oh-so-scared that a couple of pompous winged fools know what I'm doing. If the angles are all that powerful, then how come they didn't know sooner? I've been doing this for years. If they are so blind that they only notice that I'm learning from the Teacher after I start plastering posters around town, do you really think you should be following them? And besides. The Teacher created everything we know. Do you really think that it would be so powerless as to not be able to destroy some of it's creation...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"They only care because you're trying to recruit more people now." He turns to the crowd gathering around him. "Anyone who comes to this meeting will see the wrath of the angels, from one who has been personally gifted with the magic of the Lord!" His staff begins to glow, book pages rustling, as he floats into the air. "I needed no potion to do this! It is the magic given to me, not the magic you scum use. The cure to all Mythical problems is true! And the Lord has it! Denounce your status as a Mythical and I will cure every one of you from the ailment that plagues you so."
In the middle of his speech, people have started jeering at him and laughing. He points his staff at everyone and sighs. "I'll be back."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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After a few hours, he pokes his head out from behind a tree, seeing the toad, and cautiously steps out of hiding.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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The toad croaks. It doesn't move from its spot or focus on him at all.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
With a sob, he collapses to the ground, tearing up.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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The toad walks toward him for a few steps, then stops. "Did she hurt you?" It croaks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Woah woah woah! First of all, FRICK you! If this so called 'Lord' of yours created us all, and hates all mythicals, and wants us dead, then why- doens't he ome down here and smite us? Well, one, he left after the Teacher banished him from this realm, and even if he was here, he would be powerless! Second of all, I'm not a witch, but I take great offense at you calling witches 'scum'! Third of all, your so called 'magic' is tainted with promises! Your magic is gifted to you! Thus, it is meaningless. Magic, simply put, is a way of exerting your will on the surrounding world. I am a Fae. I cannot give that up, even if I wanted to, and I'm also a vampire, which I also cannot just give up. Fae are born with the innate skill to expert their will uon the world. They can speak to the environment, and it can listen! If you are just given that power, you aren't actually using it! You are just borrowing tricks from someone else! But the Teacher offers a better deal! Help it make the world listen to us, and punish those who've wronged us, and you can gain the same opportunities us Fae have, and then some! The Teacher doesn't give you power, it merely offers a chance to learn! All the Teacher did for me was enhance my potential, and teach me, and I became powerful enough to defend our realm against the attacks of the Vampire King! And learnt power is stronger than borrowed power, as the way you shape the world is unique. It is different. It is wild. And that is what magic is. Lastly, I have a better solution. If you 'Lord' is so high and mighty and totally-not-banished, then why does he want all mythicals to become humans? Mythicals are stronger than humans are. That is a fact. Why not make all humans mythicals? I'll tell you why. BEcause your 'Lord' is a fraud. All your 'Lord' wants is power. If we all were strong, then your 'Lord' wouldn't be powerful anymore! We could fight back. We could undermine it's supposed authority. And that is what scares your supposed 'Lord' the most. So, I will tell you this, and everyone who can hear me, listen. This person's master is a tyrant. Cruel. Evil. This 'Lord' wants conformity. This 'Lord' wants to destroy magic. Destroy nature. Destroy all that is wild, and wonderful. In the world that the 'Lord' was banished to after it rebelled against the grace of the Teacher, there eis no magic. Nature is being checked away. The Teacher has shown me that. And, if that same 'Lord' were to be brought here, if that same 'Lord' was given power, then it would do the same. The Teacher isn't like that, though. The Teacher doesn't want conformity. The Teacher wants growth. And life. And the Teacher wants everyone to be free. The Teacher wants everyone to pay for their crimes, and be offered redemption. The Teacher wants al to be equal. Join the Teacher, and this can very well happen! Fight back against this supposed 'Lord', and we won't have to end up like the other world. Join the Teacher, and we can thrive! Meet behind the Tavern at midnight, and learn! Do not worry about the reciprocation of the angles, for the Teacher will protect you. Join the ranks, and we can change this world for the better!"
HEr speech evolves over time, changing from a belittlement of the boy, to a speech too the surrounding crowd.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Sorry for the wait, I was just writing a very messy and somewhat incomprehensible speech*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"I'm not calling witches scum." He says smoothly. "I'm calling all Mythicals scum. You claim the Lord is powerless, but the Lord only watches our games. They seek to create the perfect world, and they only came back because of me. Because I prayed, and the Lord listened. My family has been plagued with the curse of vampirism for centuries, but the Lord CURED me. I no longer need blood! I no longer need to hurt to live! I can be myself in all my glory. After all this, I now seek to cure everyone so that we can all live as equals. And you know why he cured me? Because I am the only vampire to make myself suffer and refuse to drink blood!"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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