But she was alive. She wore the evidence of that on her right arm, which was as it had been within the mirror. Stripped of flesh, muscle, tendons and blood, her arm from the shoulder to fingertips was just bone. Only those magically gifted or who had interacted with the Mirrorworld would be able to see it, but she always would. Her hand held the little bag of tears -of salt.
"What? You..." She lifted her arm, "you can see this?"
"Eeek! That can't be real, right?" AnnaBritt looked up at Jenn. "...Right? And... You just came out of there, right? Am I high?" She pointed at the standing mirror behind Jenn.
Jenn scratched her head. Did AnnaBritt see her come through the mirror? That must have counted as experiencing something related to the Mirrorworld. Damn. How was she supposed to explain this? And to AnnaBritt of all people.
After that, people seemed to stop believing the nasty rumors, but Jenn refused to talk to AnnaBritt. Once, they had been best friends. Inseparable. Now... Jenn could barely stomach looking at her. Apparently, with her arm as it was, the same could be said for AnnaBritt.
"That's.." AnnaBritt turned away, vomiting.
"Yeah, that was my reaction too." She turned to look at the mirror behind her. She was a sad shadow of herself. What was she supposed to do now that she was back? She grabbed the sheet from the floor and threw it over the mirror. She didn't want to risk ending up there again.
"AnnaBritt? Are you alright?" She would have to explain, wouldn't she?
AnnaBritt looked at her, eyes wide, trembling. "How? How can that be real?"
Jenn sighed. "I was pulled into another world, a world where the dead reside. It cost me to pass through. It cost me this." She lifted her arm. "Most people won't be able to see it, but you saw me pass back through, didn't you? Because you saw that, you'll see my arm as it truly is. Sorry. I know it's gross."
"The mirror... Yeah. I was here to get a gift for my dad, looking around, when I saw this mirror light up and you came through, looking like that... How did it do that? Is it evil?" Her eyes were still huge.
"Is it evil..? Maybe. I guess it might be. Last time, it activated because there was a guy who came in..." Jenn shuddered, remembering the man who had tried to rape her here, in front of the mirror. How she had grabbed an antique sword and struck it through him, how the mirror had been splattered with blood and come alive, pulling both her and the would-be rapist in. He was already dead, but she ended up trapped in a world of dead while still living. And then she had met Simon.... "And some stuff happened, so it pulled us in. I covered it up, just in case."
"So, the mirror came awake, did it?" A voice came from behind her. Turning, she found herself reunited with Andrew, the owner of the antique store, and her former boss.
"Andrew. So you knew? You kept something so dangerous out?" Jenn was incensed.
"It's just an antique mirror. Or at least, it was. I don't know what could have changed it. In any case, you should call your parents. You've been missing for a day and a half."
Jenn was aghast. "Only a day? Really?" It had been so much longer inside the mirror. Months. And now she was back, torn up, different, but the world was the same. Jenn looked at AnnaBritt. "Don't tell anyone about this. Not that they'd believe you, but just... just keep it a secret, will you?" Then, to her boss, "Sorry Andrew, I quit." She walked out, to her home, to a bath and a warm bed and her family. She didn't know what to tell them yet, but with a single, bloody night, the trajectory of her life had shifted. Nothing would be the same. She would never be the same.
Unedited. I'll go through it later and clean it up. Admittedly, not my best work. I know pieces of what I want to happen in this story, but connecting the dots is harder than it usually is. Somehow, I have to get AnnaBritt pulled in so she can get a cool black and red eye. Somehow.
Prompt: Open Spaces
Character: Annika Story: Fairy Tail (temporary title)
The sun gently warms my head and shoulders as I walk under its light. I am thankful that the day isn't any hotter, lest the joyous warmth becomes a burning heat. As it stands, my arms are already feeling the strain of the weight of several large books within my grasp. This can hardly be helped, however, as I am on my way to the library to return them. I sigh as I remember when I first checked them out and the librarian patronizingly asked if I would be able to read all these 'very big books' by the due date. I had, of course, assured him that it would be no problem, but he had responded with only a dubious look proving that he was far from believing my assurances. I know that I should be quite accustomed to this treatment, and yet I find that regardless of the frequency this kind of occurrence arises, I am still equally unprepared to respond.
I am pulled from my thoughts by some off my so- called peers playing a game of basketball across the street with one of those hoops that children love. They are laughing and pushing each other, that is until they see me. The fun stops when I come into view and they point and talk to each other in what they think of as quiet whispers. I know what this town thinks of me. I am an oddball. At school, I have many nicknames, none of which are particularly flattering. I am known as Bookworm, teacher's pet, or even just that freak. And all this merely because I find it easier and more fun to read books rather than banter or gossip with my friends. That is if I had friends. The closest I have is my sister, but even then she isn't like me. She has some friends and she will run off and engage in activities I never would.
My father tells me that this is merely one phase of my life; that everything will change when I enter college. He claims that I have simply matured faster than those my same age, but I have my doubts. I am not implying that I think myself superior to all others my age, but I think there may be some form of a phenomenon within this small town which forces sensible teens to become reckless in a very veiled attempt to blend in and fit in. I, on the other hand, am not one to change myself to be included. And for my 'indecent arrogance' I am ostracized.
I can't imagine that I am missing all that much, so I am not bitter by this treatment. At least at home, I am treated normally. This was my normal life, until recently. Everything changed when the most popular guy in the whole school suddenly took notice of me. I can't tell if he is joking or if he has seriously developed a new crush for me, but I wish he would move on sooner rather than later. I don't have anything against him in particular, but he is content to stay as he is and never straying far from home. This is not a life I can envision for myself. Ever.
I can't help but want more. I want to travel and see places that no one in this town could ever dream of. Meet new people, learn new languages and facts, sightseeing in the great travel centers of the world. Add an adventure along the way, and I shall live with no regrets. Perhaps along the way, I will find a place that calls out to me; one where I feel I truly belong, but my current situations are most certainly not that place.
Cinders often ventured out onto the manor grounds, sometimes to look for mushrooms, sometimes for firewood, sometimes just to get away from the calls of her mother and sisters. The old stone building was perched by the road, and backed into a forest once owned by her stepfather. Some had been sold to neighbors since his death, but there was still plenty of wildland to satisfy the girl. Her usual walk started at the front gate and took her along a well-worn path ringing the property. Once in the forest there were a few variations to keep the walk interesting but the path always let out back by the road.
Writing Challenge #2
I used my Angel deck for this because it works best for creative endeavors.
Card for Inspiration: Ace of Fire- An exciting new opportunity! Change your life now!
Character: Paige, my tarot RPG character
They don’t understand why I’m leaving; why I have needed to leave for a long time. My family is more than content to live the rest of their lives in the same quiet village; a place where the most exciting events among the gossiping townsfolk are announcements of a wedding or the news of a birth. I need far more excitement in my life than a home, a family, could ever provide; a fact I’ve known since I was little and stealing my brother’s wooden sword and playing at fighting ogres.
I only packed a few belongings. There was little that I wanted or needed for the voyage that I have laid before me; the life of an adventurer is best when one packs light. I of course carefully packed my two most precious possessions, my discus weapons Fate and Destiny. I said farewell to my room, and the only life I’d ever known, and left to start a better life with all kinds of twists and turns.
I thought about saying goodbye. I really did, but who? My father, who is completely unaccepting of the fact that I’m different and who tried to scare me into being like everyone else? My meek mother, who may have thought better of my father’s treatment of me, but was too afraid to speak up? Any of my siblings, some who are already following in the footsteps of my parents and the others sure to follow the same path? So family is out, and who in the village would I ever care to see again? Instead, I left in the early hours of the morning. I am determined. I’m going to find monsters and villains; I’m going to have a blast’ and when I die, I’ll have seen the world, I’ll have lived, and I’ll die doing what I love, not in a village filled with nothing but regret. I had just entered a village and I was so lucky. There was a fight going on between the King and a random party of people. I immediately ran into the first fight, my first real one that I have been training for my whole life; I kicked ass, but they didn’t.
Why would I pull one card when I could pull 2... or 3.
Here's my spread
1. Focus of the story
3. Overarching theme
2 of Cups - Love
I The Magician - Character unwilling to relinquish control
VI The Lovers - Focus is on the paring
That's literally what came up. 2oC and The Lovers. Defiantly a romance. But who to write…
Ayura stuck her blade through the throat of the last one hard enough to get it stuck in the concrete beneath. Demons were getting too bold, coming up in small groups to "persuade" humans to sin or give up their souls. Whatever they could do to get more bodies through hell's gates. She stared at the creature for a moment before wrenching her shortsword back out, frowning as she wiped the blood from it. This wasn't what had happened last time. Demons hadn't been much of a problem before. Something was wrong, she just had to figure out what. She sheathed her sword, planning to take a closer look at the demon she had killed. Any clue would be helpful at this point.
"You beat me again!" A young man's voice rang out from behind her. Startled, she turned towards the voice, knowing already who it was as she remembered their first meeting.
The silhouette of a man stood in the doorway of the warehouse. "You…" She couldn't recall his name. "Uh…"
"It's Leo. Leo Julian Rodgers the Second." He said as he walked toward her. No wonder she forgot his name. "And you're the Seer."
"And your name is…" He had tried this last time.
"None of your business." Dressed in a black hoodie with a black scarf tied across the top half of her head, Ayura had gone through a lot of trouble to hide her identity. There were people who couldn't know what she was doing, specifically, her mother.
"Huh. Thought you'd say that. Worth a shot." He was a young man, not yet filled out with dirty blonde hair and -admittedly- striking blue eyes. He wore the same armor as before, a silver chest plate with gold trim, a metal visor and coat of arms. He looked like a modernized medieval knight. "Your dog isn't with you today?"
"He's in a business meeting." Ayura said as she turned back towards the demon corpse, kneeling down beside it to get a better look. No horns, genderless, and lacking eyes. Only the third detail was unusual. She grasped it's face, turning it this way and that. No eyes. Not gouged out eyes, just smooth face where the eyes ought to be.
"That's not normal... Of course, demons rarely are, but even for a demon..." Leo had come over, looking at it over her shoulder.
Brows furrowed -not that Leo could see her brows- she mumbled agreement of some sort, a thought striking her. "The others." She stood and walked over to another corpse, noting Leo approaching the third. She had to flip the body over, but again, no eyes.
"This one doesn't have eyes either!" He yelled from across the room.
"Nor this one." She said loud enough for him to hear. This was... Bad. Ayura hadn't experienced this before and she should have. Events ought to be the same, the only things that changed were her, Kael, and Maria. Nobody else knew, nothing else should be different. But these demons spoke to something new, something in need of investigation. She needed new resources.
Walking back toward Leo, she asked, "You're a Templar, right?"
Leo stood a little straighter and said proudly, "I am."
"Does your family have demon histories?"
He smiled a little half-smile. "Of course."
"Then it's time you knew my name."
That… that was not a romance! Dang it. I'm going to have to try that again, I must have picked the wrong characters to write.
Also, her dog is a wolf, and he really is at a business meeting.
Name: Hope Adkins
3 Character traits: Nervous, unexpectedly brave, and pessimistic.
Drive: Her protectiveness. She wants to save others from the life she’s lived.
Color: Blue grey
Personality Type: Melancholic, as best as I can tell she’s maybe INTP.
Tarot Card: The Hermit
Name: Dominica Williams
Species: Dhampir (half vampire, half human)
3 Character traits: Family oriented, self- sacrificing, loud mouthed know-it-all.
Drive: Her love for her family.
Color: Bright cherry red.
Personality Type: Sanguine, INFJ
Tarot Card: The Sun
3 Character traits: Blood thirsty, angry, caring gone bad.
Drive: His heartache, anger, and thirst for revenge.
Personality Type: Choleric, ENTJ
Tarot Card: 2 of Swords
Name: Trix Olson
Species: Temperance of the Seven Heavenly Virtues
3 Character traits: Forced to be mild mannered, but actually has an aggressive personality and fiercely protective of loved ones.
Drive: She wants to be freed from her curse of Temperance
Color: Magenta and black.
Personality Type: Sanguine, ESFP
Tarot Card: Temperance (cursed), 5 of Cups (freed)
Name: Mercy Novak
3 Character traits: Quite, studious, and caring
Drive: She is eager to help those in need, and later her love for Trix.
Color: Black and dark red.
Personality Type: Melancholic, ISFJ
Tarot Card: 2 of Pentacles
Name: Judith Barnes
3 Character traits: Domineering, fearful, lonely.
Drive: She is out to look out for herself with little thought to how her actions will affect others, even people she loves.
Color: Red and dark blue.
Personality Type: Choleric, ESTP
Tarot Card: Page of Wands
Name: Merah Rose
3 Character traits: Caring, spontaneous, and sees the potential of others.
Drive: She seeks safety for herself and her loved ones.
Color: Dark red
Personality Type: Sanguine, ENFP
Tarot Card: Chariot
Name: Anika Rose
3 Character traits: Sensible, studious, self- sacrificing.
Drive: She wants to travel and seeks the unknown adventure.
Color: Light blue and pink
Personality Type: Phlegmatic, ISTP
Tarot Card: Temperance
Haha well only Marindor isn't from that main universe of this group. I'll keep adding as needed.