Once upon a time there were two sisters who loved each other very much. The younger sister was named Asha and the elder sister was named Alina. They were the only daughters of the elder in a small village surrounded by great big trees. The two sisters were inseparable and spent every day playing together in the forest just outside the village. They would pick berries and flowers to make crowns for each other to wear like little princesses.
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Asha was a prodigy with magic. When she was grown it was believed she'd rival any of the high priests/priestesses of the major covens. Her sister however was considered a failure with magic. She had trouble with even the simplest of spells and was passed over as heir to the family for her younger sister. She did not hold any ill will towards her sister for this. She wanted only to protect her younger sister. That was her wish.
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The village was fairly peaceful with only a small coven of witches needed for protection from the monsters of the forest. The creatures often left the villagers alone this deep in the forest and the wards set up by this coven were powerful enough to keep most normal monsters at bay. Silver lanterns were enchanted with powerful magics around the city walls to keep the evil creatures from entering the village. As long as they didn't go to far outside the walls the normal people were safe.
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One day while the girls were playing outside the village walls they came across a young boy about their age in the forest. A strange monster with a wolf like appearance was staring down at him. He was bleeding and badly bruised. "Leave him alone!" the younger sister shouted at the creature. The wolf like monster trained its red eyes upon the girls before retreating back into the forest. The two girls ran to the injured boy and used their magic to heal him. Their magic could not fully heal his wounds, like something was blocking their powers. The elder sister Alina dressed the wounds that wound't heal with herbs from the forest and used large leaves as bandages. If only she was stronger she could help. She wished she could be stronger.
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"Where am I?" the boy asked to girls, sounding confused and exhausted.
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"You're in the forest outside our village," said the younger sister, her face getting close to the boy.
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The boy blushed at her face being so close to his own. He had never been this close to a girl before. 
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"Where did it go?" he asked, panic showing in the boys eyes. Did he mean the creature?
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"The monster? We scared it off," the elder sister replied. 
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The boy seemed to be relieve at learning this. He thanked the girls for their help. It was strange to have a creature so close to the village but it was not unheard of. Only the most powerful of monsters could get this close to the magical wards put up by the village elder and his coven. 
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The boy told the girls that he lived in the next town over with his uncle and had been sent for aid with the monster problem from the girl's village. He had been attacked by the monster on his way into the village. The girls took the boy home with them in secret; keeping him hidden from their parents so they could spend more time with him. The younger sister took a liking to the boy, spending all of her free time with him.
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The elder sister started to grow jealous of her relationship with the boy. As the days passed she grew to hate the young man in the deepest recesses of her heart. She put up a front of friendliness to make her sister happy. That was the only thing that she ever wanted. She wished to make her sister happy.
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One night, when the moon was full, the elder sister heard whispers from outside. She crept out of bed and peeked out of her window to see her little sister and the boy walking together towards the village walls. The young woman followed the two in the dead of night, being as quiet as she could. 
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The two children were standing at the village gate, mana pouring out of their bodies as they held hands. Their hands encircled each other with one of the lanterns hanging between them. The light of the lantern flickered a few times before going out and falling onto the ground. The boy picked up the lantern and kissed the younger sister. Before she could move the two split up, the boy leaving the village and the sister heading back towards home.
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The elder sister ran back home as fast as her legs could carry her in order to beat her sister back home. She ran until her legs were numb from the night air. She wished she could have been stronger. She waited in her sisters room for her to come home. 
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"Where were you tonight?" the elder sister asked when the younger girl came back into her room.
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"I was seeing illegible off." the younger sister said, only telling half the story. But her sister knew. She knew.
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"Please don't lie to me. I saw you... I..." the elder sister started before they heard screams. The town bell began to ring in the distance. Something bad was going on. Their mother ran into their room, telling the girls to run. They had to get away. The wolf creature that had attacked the boy crashed into their room. The mother rushed to defend the girls, sending fire at the creature while telling the girls to run.
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Monsters were attacking the village. She knew. The sisters knew how they got into the village. One of the lanterns was taken by the boy. The other lanterns were not strong enough now. The stronger monsters from the forest descended on the village with the weaker flock waiting on the outskirts to catch anyone who tried to flee. They were trapped. She wished she was strong enough to protect her sister. But she wasn't.
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The wolf creature followed them, fur singed at the ends and blood running down its jaw. It did not attack them. It stared at them with red eyes as someone came up beside it. It was the boy with the lantern in his grasp. She wished they had let him die.
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"What is going on?" the girls asked the boy.
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"You shouldn't be so trusting of strangers." He had tricked them. Only someone with magic rivaling one of the coven members could break the barrier. So he had tricked the younger sister into taking away one of the lanterns to weaken it just enough so the monsters could get in.
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"Why!?" the younger sister asked, heart breaking from the boys betrayal.
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"Does it really matter why?" It doesn't. What is done is done. She wished they'd let him die.
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The wolf creature roared and vanished before their eyes. A familiar. The boy's familiar was running into the village to kill more. Ravage more. Destroy more. The boy didn't see the girls as a threat anymore... the younger sister tired from disrupting the barrier and the elder being no threat in general.
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The sisters made a grab for the boy and the lantern. The elder sister managed to grab the lantern from him. He was angry. Pissed. Hatred oozed off him as he went in for the attack. It was all so fast. There was something cold in the air as shards of ice shot from his fingers. She braced herself for the attack with eyes shut but nothing came. She opened her eyes when nothing came and say her younger sister on the ground... ice sticking out of her chest and blood pouring from her wounds. She wished it had been her.
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The elder sister cradled the younger sister as she lay dying. With the younger sister out of the way the boy seemed to be satisfied. The elder sister was not powerful enough to light the lantern. He had won.
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"Why... why... can't I stay?" the younger sister said, fear and sadness in her voice as she looked up at her older sibling. She raised her hand to touch her sisters cheek only for it to fall back to the ground before reaching it. She wished it had been her.
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The elder sister cried. She cried harder than any person should... more than anyone could. Why was this happening? Her eyes fluttered to the boy in front of her. He seemed pleased with himself. He had won. He was going to do the impossible. He laughed. He laughed harder than he had ever laughed in his life.

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The elder sister grabbed hold of the lantern once again. She pushed all of her anger... her hatred... her love... her sadness... everything into the lantern. He didn't see it until it was to late. The lantern's flame lit from the force of her magic. The flame however was black unlike the blue flames of the others. The elder sister screamed as a wave of mana protruded outward from the lantern and everything went quiet. 
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She awoke to find everything burnt to the ground. Everything wilted and gone. Her sister's body laid in her lap. The boy in front of her splayed on the ground... burnt beyond recognition. Everything was dead. Everyone was dead. Monsters, humans, trees, animals. Everything.
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In front of the boy was the only thing left untouched beside the girl and the lantern. A book with a black jewel on the cover. She laid her sisters head onto the ground and slowly walked over to pick up the book. It felt evil. Dark in her hands. She opened the book and found all the pages were blank except one. It was a spell. Facilis descensus averno: To Restore Life. The spell required the lives of one hundred witches to bring back one person to life. A picture of two boys was on the very last page. A boy she didn't know and the boy that lay before her. He just wanted to bring someone back from the dead. 
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The young woman knelt down before her younger sister. She raised her hand over the body and had the other hand on the book. She felt a power inside of herself flow into the girl below her. All of a sudden though the power faded and stopped. It was not enough. Not enough death. The whole village was gone and it was still not enough. She grabbed her sister's body and stored it by the tree where they had found the boy. She dug a small grave for her sister and placed a flower crown on a rock as a marker.
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"I will be back for you dear sister. I'll commit the worst sins for one more chance... even if it turns me into a monster... I'll do it just to see you once more." She would be back. She needed more blood... more death. Even love can turn you into a monster.

The Seven Wonders of Salem
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The Laughing Specter of Sundial
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There once was a Witch that lived alone, a hermit of whom had no allegiance to a coven. In his lonesome and at the end of his rope in his life he traveled to Sundial to experience a piece of his life he never knew: socializing and people. With little money to his name, he politely asked each person that walked by him for coin for a loaf of bread. His disheveled appearance led most to look down upon him, but there was once such young man that took the extra step in defaming his character and sense of worth.
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He called attention to him, pointing his finger, sneering, and laughing at his misfortune. People around stopped and stared. With his amusement done, the man turned and walked away leaving the hermit in his supposed shame. Later that evening, a knock came to his door and he answered it only to see that the hermit was standing there waiting for him. In a low voice, he rumbled: “You seem to love laughter, so why not add more to your cruel amusement?” His old hand gripped the forearm of his offender and with a blink of his eyes the hermit had vanished.
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Thinking little of the incident besides the whole act being off putting, he went offered a small gathering of his friends at his dwelling. As was common, a few jokes were passed around while they talked and gambled. The man started to laugh as was normal, but eventually he learned the he couldn’t stop. His friends looked on in astonishment as he continued, tears eventually being shed from his eyes as he doubled down on to the floor.
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His body shriveled, his laughter grew increasingly louder and even when shook he did not stop. Eventually, it grew quiet and he curled up and passed away. His friends, in a fit of shock, decided to bury him and put the incident behind them. No funeral or memorial was set due to the unnatural circumstances.
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They say that because of this and the curse put upon him that night he wanders alone, glowing, and shadowed. It is only when someone makes the mistake of yawning in his presence or having ill intent that he begins to laugh. His head slowly turning all the way to face them if they were behind him. His grin is ear to ear, stretched wide and he continues as he approaches. Those who escape from this first encounter are haunted by gradual strange sounds in their home.
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It starts from whispers and chuckling and the closer he gets the louder it becomes until your life is taken. At first, this fable started off as violently as described, but now it is a mere lesson that parents teach their children to always cover their mouth when they yawn lest a demon fly in and possess them. Funny, how one of the most violent of stories can be twisted to become so innocent.

she is born from starlight and silver, wrought into existence with a gleaming crown atop her brow and the timelessness of a lunar god to watch forth over the unending night.
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the earth is still beneath her feet. silent.
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it is the beginning of everything, and she is queen of a barren land.
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there is no concept of time when she first sets forth to wander the hills and valleys and dusky rocky shores of her domain. there is no light either - darkness spreads out against the sky like a pair of tenebrous wings that blur the line of horizon with the night - she is the solitary glow in the cold and shadowy world; and her celestial siblings provide little comfort - though numbering in the millions, they are all impossibly distant, each reigning forth a world an eternity away, austere and aloof and beautifully, terribly cold.
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her crown is jewelled with pinpoint stars and her veins glow lunar bright beneath dark skin. galaxies spin silver in her hair and constellations map themselves across the slant of her cheeks.
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she walks for an age across an empty void; there is no life, no stirring, no company to alleviate the utter loneliness of being.
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“can anybody hear me?” she calls over and over, a desperate plea that reverberates through sky and sea and land until it echoes in every crevice, every nook and cranny and river and valley-
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it dissipates into the gloom like a whisper, a sigh;
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she hadn’t expected a response
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( but she had hoped )
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who wouldn’t want to be a queen?
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for the next age she sculpts mountains into existence, pulling jagged peaks up from ocean floors and smooths the uneven landscape out into rolling hills; she shatters canyons into the earth through fits of loneliness-fueled rages and reroutes the flow of all the rivers. she crafts oddly-shaped plains out of the ever-present darkness and spends several years poking holes in an expanse of moorland.
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she shapes her kingdom to her will, and as its lunar god she breaks it apart and reshapes it again.
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but even this is not enough, in the end. the silence presses in on all sides, constant and heavy and so overwhelmingly deafening that she is all but driven mad in her solitude. her voice has long since given in and her hope has dwindled to the tiniest flicker.
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all she wants is not to be alone anymore.
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but there is no other life on earth - she has searched for a long eternity with naught to show but for a weary heart.
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so she turns her attention to the stars.
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she was born from starlight and silver, born to the cradle of the universe that births lunar gods like it births stars and existence itself - surely there would be others like her in the place she was first wrought to be. the lunar cradle stretches out in a band of glittering light high up over the horizon she is trapped upon, the physical embodiment of her new-forged hope. she looks to it and dreams.
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( to leave the earth would mean to relinquish her crown;
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but what use is a kingdom with no denizens? what good is a queen for a barren land? )
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the next age passes swiftly. she builds a colossal ship out of crystal and light, billowing sails of pure white rigged with ropes of silver and woven specifically to catch the stellar wind. it is a magnificent construct, literally luminous with the heart and soul she has infused every piece of its make and glowing like the very lunar light that runs through her veins.
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when it is done, exhilaration sings in her blood in soul-deep exaltation, joyous and wild and utterly breathtaking; she laughs for the first time in forever and the sound rings like silver bells in a previously silent world. magic flares brilliant between her fingers - she leaps aboard her flying ship and urges it up, up, up; and she throws her head back and laughs again as the wind streams her hair out behind her in a silver banner that arcs across the night. she is flying, leaving, breaking free, and the entire universe lies before her in an expanse of infinite possibilities.
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her crown is nowhere to be found.
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liberation tastes like distilled jubilation;
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but
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upon leaving the upper atmosphere
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her ship
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slows;
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stalls,
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s n a g s-
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the sound of shattered dreams echoes clearly in the silence.
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who wouldn’t want to be a queen?
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there is an intrinsic bond that ties her to her kingdom, forged by the lunar magic in her veins and the very power that brought her into being; it chains her, body and soul, to this barren land with shackles in the guise of a gleaming crown, a crystal throne. she had not known of it until she had attempted to leave. her ship stays up in the sky, buoyed by the strength of her foolish hope, still mockingly luminous, tauntingly bright.
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she is a lunar queen, a lunar god, and she is a prisoner to her own dominion.
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silence and darkness settle over the earth once more, this time uncontested by the still form laying on the plains and staring up at the sky that once she dreamed of exploring.
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( her ship continues to traverse the skies, glowing silver and trailing soft light in its wake )
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the sun child arrives without warning.
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her first clue is subtle.
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she is reshaping the labyrinth caves far beneath the earth’s surface when she feels a shift in the heart of her kingdom. she looks up, startled. there has never been a change in the land of her domain without her instigation, but now? now there is… something - something indescribable in the air, something foreign.
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something new.
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she races towards the surface with the swiftness of wind grafting wings to her feet and a thrumming anticipation brilliant in her blood; her heart hammers against her ribs and the galaxies in her hair unravel in long glittering streams. she does not know what to expect - doesn’t know if it is fear or if it is hope chasing the reason from her mind and coiling around her chest - but she wants-
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she wants-
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the air is warm.
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bright.
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she skids to a halt, breath catching in her throat, heels digging into the soil. the air is warm. it is faint enough a shift that she first stands in the open, closing her eyes and wondering if it is a mere figment of her imagination, something her mind has created as the first of a final descent into madness. heat is not her dominion, after all, and she is much more ice than warmth.
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but no, no, she knows her land - she is its lunar god, the one who has shaped and molded its every mountain and valley, the one who has walked its earth and skies a thousand times over, the one who has spent an eternity in this kingdom of her name - and she knows with as much certainty as she knows her magic that the air has undergone a definite shift.
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she holds a trembling hand up to the sky, marveling at the unfamiliar, wondrous, beautiful sensation; she takes a hesitant step forwards, two, and for the first time in another age, laughs.
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but, how?
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her second clue is a trail of flowers, tiny and flaxen with delicately translucent petals.
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life has never before bloomed in her kingdom, nor colour outside the silver, white and sable of her entire world. she is a lunar god, queen of the shadows and the cold crystal moonshine - only the magic of the universe whispering in her veins allows her to recognise the thread of yellow blossoms winding along the river banks.
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eyes wide, wonderstruck, her heart all but stuttering in her throat, she kneels down next to them, heedless of the dirt staining the hem of her brocade gown; gently, ever so gently, she plucks one from its nesting sisters and brothers and tucks it into her hair.
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her third clue leads her to the instigator of the change, for she is magic and magic happens in rules of three.
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there is a glow far on the horizon, a spire of gold and crimson in her kingdom of dusk. it is not her light - it cannot be her own light, for she is silver and white and luminous, not brilliant - so it has to be… someone else.
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company.
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she is running before she is even aware of her own actions, the ground splintering beneath her feet and the mountains bowing apart to let her pass. with every step the glow grows stronger; she almost cries as colour, colour begins to seep into the world - the inky veil of night gives way to muted purple, deep lapis blue blossoms with streaks of carmine and rose until the entire sky is gauzy with a thousand different hues; even the land begins to flush with umber and sepia and burnt sienna soil.
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her eyes are fever-bright and her limbs are quivering and her hair is unbound in a wild and tangled mess. she pays absolutely no mind to the crown that slips to sit lopsided on her brow.
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and the sun child is suddenly there, right in front of her eyes, her arms outstretched towards the sky as she twirls to a music no one else can hear, hair blazing like a halo of fire itself, radiant and dazzling and brilliantly incandescent in a way lunar gods can never be. viridian tendrils creep out from where her bare feet touch the ground; vivid-coloured flowers of amaranthine and incarnadine and vermillion flourish with her smile, her laugh, her golden glow.
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she is immediately entranced: a lunar moth mesmerised by the solar light.
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“hello,” she says unbidden, the word slipping from her lips without her permission. the sun child looks up at her through eyes of distilled fire and a grin like all the worlds set ablaze. there is no surprise in her expression, only pure childish excitement.
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“you’re the moon queen!” she exclaims, gleeful, and bounds to lunar’s side with an exuberance undiminished by her startled, relieved, absolutely wholehearted overwhelming joy at no longer being achingly alone. with a wicked grin, the sun child snatches the crown from atop her head and places it on her own, mischief sparking bright like embers in her eyes. “and now i am sol, queen of the sun, and i declare this kingdom to be my own. my first decree: will be to fill this valley with flowers!”
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she dissolves into giggles, the silver crown slipping down over her eyes as the lunar queen stares. “hey hey, i hope you don't mind,” sol says a touch sheepishly. “your kingdom is really pretty but i thought it needed a bit of colour.”
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“i don't mind,” she manages, her heart still stuttering in her chest. the light in her veins brightens and spreads out along the planes of her cheeks when the sun child beams at her, brighter than the brightest of supernovas.
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“let’s do it together then.” she comes closer, close enough for the lunar queen to see the smattering of golden sunspots across the bridge of her nose. the sun child removes the crown from her brow and carefully sets it back onto the head to which it belongs, then slips her hand into lunar’s. “come on,” she says.
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and the lunar queen goes.

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Long before his first taste of the forbidden arts, Sir Pallas was a traveling knight and hero, well loved by the common citizens whom he protected. Accompanied by his noble steed and familiar Nitya, whose hooves could shake the Earth, he defended the people from roving monsters and the natural elements. He was known to be wise, just, and powerful.
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But many men can appear great in times of peace.
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One day, warriors from a neighboring kingdom rode in on the flames of war, so Sir Pallas was called back to his king’s castle to defend it. He fought valiantly during those many savage years of violence and loss, helping to drive the invaders away. Spurred by their victory, great celebrations were held within the castle’s stalwart walls, and great praises were given to the brave witches who defended it. They had done their royal family a great service.
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When warm food and liquor finally lulled the parties to rest, Sir Pallas and Nitya set out to help rebuild the small villages which he’d defended for so long those many years ago. But the damage was worse than he could have ever imagined. The first town he visited had been burned and razed, with nothing but cold bones left to account for the fate of their inhabitants. After searching for some time for any signs of life, the knight, with a heavy heart, left the ruins as he had found them.
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Sir Pallas could smell the next settlement before he saw it. The pungent corpses of diseased families littered the homes and streets. Most were half-eaten by rats and carrion birds, though a few still clung to life with labored breaths, despite boils and rot engulfing their flesh. The knight cared for these victims for many days listening to their haunting stories of the atrocities they’d seen when they had the strength to speak. Sadly, one by one, their lives transpired. The town, now nothing more than a breeding ground for the plague, was put to the torch before Sir Pallas carried on.
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The third town visited by the knight had but a single remaining inhabitant, her figure skeletal and eyes more hollow than a starless sky. Mercifully, the knight began to offer her a meal. However, he was only met by aggression and incomprehensible ravings, wails and a brandished scythe. Mercifully, he restrained her as he went to search for any other survivors. Unlike the previous towns, this one was entirely empty. No people. No corpses. He would have been inclined to believe that they’d all simply got up and left, had it not been for a single house with a pile of heavily gnawed bones next to a caldron. Sir Pallas recognized the skulls of humans and all manner of animal in that heap.
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Mercifully, Sir Pallas ended the woman’s suffering with all the swiftness of a falling blade.
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The brave knight could not sleep for many, many moons.
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And for many moons more, he vanished without a trace. Some say he sought revenge the warriors who had laid siege to his kingdom, others claim he went in search of a cure for that terrible plague, and a few suggest he went to a monastery to feed and shelter witches in need. By the enemy’s enemy court alchemist, the wilderness’ mysterious herbalist, or a monastery’s repentant monk, Sir Pallas is told the secrets to altering the natural order of life and death: the secrets of necromancy.
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He would not return to the public eye as a knight, but as a lord, guiding multitudes of souls pulled across stratas and sewn into earthen bodies. Their new forms neither hungered or sickened. When felled in battle, Pallas reclaimed their souls from Death, dragging whatever pieces of them that he could grasp back to the land of the living. In saving those he’d abandoned in life from oblivion, he felt redeemed.
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He lead his people in this way for many years — more years than life should have allowed — claiming his own kingdom and maintaining peace between their neighbors through the display of sheer force.
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But as the tide recedes and stars flicker from the sky, we’re reminded that all powers rise and fall.
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Nitya sees how the light in the eyes of the resurrected darkens the more their souls are dragged and torn from their resting place, how Pallas commands his followers as thralls, and how he has not once asked for the opinions of the undead which he once so dearly loved. Nitya’s warnings fall on deaf ears, and the magic shared between them wanes. One of the revived is trained as an apprentice only out of necessity, for Pallas can no longer maintain this empire of the dead on his own.
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Alas, the the secrets of necromancy which Lord Pallas learned so long ago were not will received by the student. The more the young man learned, the more he understood why this art had been forbidden. Despite the lives of his family, his friends, and even himself, the apprentice fortifies his resolve and clings to his truths:
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The natural cycles must be restored. Lord Pallas must die.
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And thus, as quickly as the fall of a knife, the Dark Lord’s reign is ended.
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Overnight, his kingdom and his people all return to dust.
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Not even bones remain.

If one could know the intricate designs of every human mind, every organism living upon the planet, then that person would be enlightened beyond belief. They’d know that knowledge is expansive, always evolving, twisting and turning as we strive to get a better grasp on ourselves and the world around us. Facts we think we know are disproven, theories upon theories on why this happens and why that happened, our history is always changing. We think we know something, when in actuality, we don’t. As a species we are learning and getting a better grasp than we had before but even still -- we know nothing, nothing about ourselves or the people around us and honestly… the story that’s about to be shared is thought of as legend. [break][break]
Everything seemed to spiral about one point, almost akin to an orbiting planet and could nearly be compared to the magic everyday witches performed. Our world revolved around the sun, and for her, Cain was the sun. Who is Cain you might ask? A witch that caused a great drought to young witches and older witches alike, of any gender, sexual orientation or background. One witch in particularly -- famous for her grandeur unlike any others -- had caught wind of this Jester. Didn’t spare the name any attention until fate stepped in to play a little game. She was pulled into his orbit, pulled into a flurry of emotions akin to a raging storm or a destructive game of cat and mouse. She was caught, entranced, obsessed the moment she saw those locks of brown. You could call it mud, but she likened it to milk chocolate of the finest caliber. [break][break]
Their story starts with wine, the richest wine that money could buy (actually it was just grape juice but our heroine just wants to sound fancy, don’t mind her) and a beautiful run in with destiny! (Again, she pretty much just bumped into him on the street and spilled her wine all over him.) It twas a merry evening and a relaxing stroll down in town was what she needed to relax and feel at ease within the world. Within her left hand was a delicate glass of wine, rich in both color and taste, whilst in her right was filled with nothing but...air. Everything was going fine, when all of a sudden she collided in a rock hard body. She spilled her juice and fumbled around trying to figure out what she ran into. (she knew what she was doing, feeling him up and all, I mean… who wouldn’t?) With a blink, she took a graceful step back and gasped. She saw beauty. [break][break]
From henceforth, she spent every waking minute figuring out everything she could about this goddess of a man. He filled her dreams, with pure thoughts of love. (okay pure nothing. She actually means 50 shades fantasies). And she was on a mission. As one of the top witches in the world, she knew what she had to do and she set out a foolproof mission of elegance and grandeur. Each day went by with unmistakable joy as she sought out the object of her affection each and every day. She watched him perform, do magic, and even requested tea with him. Her plan was working, it had to be. As he looked at her with the same vigor of a hungry lion. (more like disgust, but you know.)
[break][break]On the final day of her plan, she was invited to his home (broke in, cough cough) and sat upon his bed in waiting after a glorious dinner that he prepared specifically for her. (she made herself a sandwich and some milk) She was dressed in a jester’s outfit strung together just for a person of her status. Yet, here plan fell through and her mood descended like the moon on a beautiful summer’s night. Ah, human behavior was a strange one and she retired home for the night, forced to rethink her plan and create another. She was up until midnight, writing down a plan (a love letter rather, she’s written like um maybe 30 love letters by now. Of course they’ve all been sent).
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Cain. [break]
My beloved Cain, I write this to you in an effort to convey the burning embers that spark aflame when I think upon the passionate night we shared back last yonder Saturday. I hoped that it was also a special time for you as well, as it felt like I had been stranded in a desert for years and years and you were the oasis in which I needed to quench my never ending thirst. Our love is like a delicate bud, still blooming and growing and it goes to show that the first night we met, was fate. I do not regret staining your attire with the essence of my wine, but I do regret ignoring your existence for such a long time.
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My love, I hope to see you soon. [break][break]

Forever yours,
Dahlia Brookhaven XVIII

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Without another word, her plan was finished, like a cake within an oven. It was with this one parchment decorated in a thousand words with never ending embers of a love unmatched that she finally was able to fully commit herself to being the great Cain’s wife as once he received it, he proposed. (Someone else found it, probably Valerus. Who she also had the hots for, but we won’t get into that right now.)[break][break]
By now, she felt entitled to tell the world of the wedding. As it would happen in the spring months as such since the flowers were the most beautiful. She, a goddess had to be the most beautiful bride to be betrothed to such a dashing witch, a magnificent performer as well! Ah, the world was such a beautiful place. (By now, people think she’s crazy) If humans could see the future they’d be terrified, if she could see the future, perhaps she would have gone about things differently. (Probably not, but I mean, Cain’s hot so there is that).[break][break]
On the eighth week since she had known her beloved, Valerus came to her with a single letter. It was from her beloved! She delicately opened it, reading the contents with a smile. “Ah, Valerus! Of course!” she once spoke. She wasted no time in seeking out Cain, the reason why she had been so thirsty lately.[break][break]
On the way there, she was so distracted by her unquenchable thirst that she did forgot to dress herself in proper attire. As a witch, she could not be caught dead in the garb she had fortook in that instance. But she chose the wrong night to embark upon her quest for love and was immediately apprehended by Helios Knights. No matter how she begged and pleaded, tried to come up with an excuse, they wouldn’t budge. [break][break]
If you ever asked Cain about a woman named Dahlia, he’d probably deny he ever knew her. Was she real? Did she ever actually talk to him? The only people to know the truth would have to be Valerus, Cain, or Dahlia herself. But even then… can she be trusted? [break][break]
And, this is the end.
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Moral of the story: Stay hydrated.