WestEndLover15 wrote:

Quick question - in Part 4, when you say to include the character arc, can we include the Part 2 that we’ve already written, but in the villain’s perspective? Also, does Part 1 need to have EXACTLY 200 words, and Part 2 500?

You can include the part 2 that you've already written but you will need to write 1000 new words for part 4 anyway - so if you do so, your word count for part 4 should be at least 1500.

For part 1 and 2, they don't need to be *exactly* 200 and 500 words - they must be at least 200 and 500 words, but it's okay to write more!

ArtisticRoyal wrote:

Question: The parts we’ll write for like the character voice and motivation, will we include that in the 1000 words, does that have be a completely separate thing?

Sorry if you addressed this already, and I didn’t get it!

You need to write 1000 new words for the last part - so if you include the previous parts (which you can but don't have to), your word count requirement for the last part will simply increase ^^

6/11/21

Weekly:

Part one, Character voices



My head felt like it was spinning. I had a splitting headache. My vision was blurred. I couldn't see where I was going. “Indi!” I called softly, hoping that my acquaintance (I think) would help. I had told her when we were doing our group project that my vision was terrible and was rapidly deteriorating, but I doubt she was listening.

I looked around, trying to find my way, barely making out the figure of Indi chatting and laughing with her friends Zoe and April. They all started laughing their heads off at me one by one, like a big rippling wave of uncontrollable laughter.

Indi sashayed over to me, her Hawaiian skirt swishing, and her long blonde hair perfectly dancing in the light wind. Despite my poor eyesight, I could clearly see her mean green eyes squinting at me viciously, and her shark-like grin on display, projecting her prominent pointy fang-like teeth. I never knew she could look so mean. Of course, I had picked the wrong friend yet again. No matter how nice they were at the start, they always turned out to be toxic in the end.

Indi, standing about 3cm from my face, said with dripping sarcasm “How’re you going honey?”

I was so, so angry at myself that I had picked the wrong friend yet again. All I could do was glare at her, which of course resulted in mass laughter and cackling from almost the whole class.

Then, it felt like I was on a roll, so I replied, “Not great, as you might be able to tell”

“I don't care! To me, that sounds like a ‘you problem’ anyways” She retorted with a cringy neck roll, and a smug grin, showing those vicious pointy fangs of hers.

My face went entirely red with anger. “I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!” I screamed, causing practically the whole of grade six to look in our direction. I had just surprised myself, I am not usually this loud.

“We aren't, and weren't, Cleo. I was just using you. You were so eager to help and do all the work for our group project! Even though you apparently had ‘deteriorating eyesight’!” She said casually, and skipped away, Zoe and April in tow.



Part two, Character motivations



I stomped away feeling so, so angry. I could not believe what she had just done. It was so unexpected, too. I mean, it was unexpected what all of THEM did, but it was suuuper unexpected this time, because she was just being so nice, and I think it also had some impact that I had always wanted to be friends with her.

Then, all of a sudden, the bell signaling the end of lunch rang which almost made me jump out of my skin.

When I walked into the classroom, I saw everyone staring and whispering about me, which made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I slumped so low on my seat so no one could see me.

But before we say anything else, I need to backtrack. To the first day of school this year:

It was a hot, but not intolerably hot morning, and just like every day I was walking up to the classroom with my two best friends. Except today was different, it was the first day of school, and furthermore the first year that our friend group had been torn in two by being separated into different classes. We had made a pact that we would stick together no matter what class we were in, but that pact was soon broken.

Soon after, we went our separate ways, going to our separate classrooms. We said we would meet again at lunch at the big apple tree.

I had waited and waited, but no one came. So I was forced to make some new friends, of which all had rejected me.



OK, I have to admit, I felt pretty bad after what I had done to Cleo. And my friends were also kind of angry at me, even though we’re known as ‘The Terrible Trio’ here at school. But that was REALLY mean, different to what we usually do, which is lightly teasing people.

When break was over, just like Cleo, I tried to slip in the room without being glared at and whispered about. I just despise the feeling of knowing the whole class is against me!! It seems like my renowned popularity is about to be upturned. When I got to my table, I slumped on the chair like a sack of potatoes, wishing more than anything that I could turn back time and get popular another way, like actually being nice to people. Nice? Indi? How those words repel!

To explain why I got so mean, I need to backtrack. To the first day of this school year.

It was a hot, but not intolerably hot morning, and just like every day I was walking up to the classroom with my five close friends. Today though, was different, because of 1, it was the first day of school, and 2, our friend group for the first time EVER, would be separated by different classes. (Our parents had all said that we had been very lucky being in the same class for 5 years in a row). We said, we PROMISED that at lunch we would meet at our favourite spot, a secret little park bordering the lush lake at the corner of the school.

They forgot.



Part 3, Villain

Here I am, slumped on my seat, trying not to cry, when the Deputy principal Mrs Whatshername casually strolls into the classroom saying she wants to have a quick word with us. Nothing special, though at least we get a break from maths.

Until… Before we know it she has turned “A quick word” into a cryptic kind of full blown musical with terrible rhymes:

“Cleo and Indi, your classmates over there, and there!
I have upturned their lives into utter despair!
By ruining their friendships…
Their friendships, that’s what I ripped!
And tore, and sliced, and smashed like glass,
By putting their current friends into different classes!
But yes, you guessed it, it gets worse…
I told your friends that they must disperse …
From… YOUUUUU!!

The class was shocked and confused into silence. Only me and Indi would have understood, and boy, were we mad, and boy, did we have to talk.



Part 4, bringing it together



I was always very jealous of the student’s friendships. I never had any of my own. Not even now, among the school staff. Which is why I decided to unleash utter revenge on the student friendships I was most jealous of: Cleo and her close knit of friends, and Indi and her gang.

Each day I would watch them from the safety of my office, chatting and laughing and then getting an immediate flash back to my earliest memories of the school playground.

I would get feelings of utter despair and nostalgia every time I witnessed these happenings.

Until the day came when I unleashed my master plan of revenge.

It was my job to sort the students into classes for the following year. I deliberately split them so their most popular, and kindest member was in a different class to the rest of the group, so the rest of the group would surely suffer.

But worse, what I also told them is that they must not EVER speak to any friend in the group ever again, or they would be expelled. The only exception was when I forced the bit of the group who were in the same class to tell the one who was in a different class that they would meet up with that person at lunch. Which they were forced to not do. Ha! The one who was in another class must have felt utterly rejected. And my plan was that it would even refrained them from making any new friends! Ha! Until one of them did, which made me SO ANGRY! What a wasted effort! The goal was to make BOTH of them be friendless forever!

But today was my official triumph. MY TRIUMPH! Cleo had another attempt of making a friend with Indi this time, which failed miserably, and it was when they were back in class that I admitted my evilness to their class.

It won’t be long until they piece the whole story together. Mwahahahaha!



total: 1407 words

In your final thing, could you add the dialogue and turning point? I wrote if from the villain pov already, since that's what I've focused on, so it would be the same, is that ok?

Nekiam09 wrote:

In your final thing, could you add the dialogue and turning point?

Yep but you need to write 1000 new words for the final part - so if you included the writing from parts 1 and 2 in your final piece, your final word count for part 4 would need to be more than 1700.

whiteandblackcat wrote:

Yep but you need to write 1000 new words for the final part - so if you included the writing from parts 1 and 2 in your final piece, your final word count for part 4 would need to be more than 1700.

Thanks, I'll keep that in mind!

Question: Nevermind! Just found out from a previous post anyway xD

My Weekly:
Part #1
“Well…it might be……” June trailed off.
“Yes, Miss June?” Sylvie said impatiently.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it darlin’, y’know what they say,”
“And what would that be exactly?”
“‘All's well that ends well’” June quoted.
“This will likely not end well, thus causing that saying to be irrelevant to the current situation,”
“Eh, it’s all fine sugar,”
“It’s not ‘all fine’ as you say, and if you continue not taking this seriously, you likely will not see this end that you speak of,” Sylvie warned.
“Oh, go cool your head, darlin’,” June dismissed her.
Sylvie was positively livid, her knuckles were drained of color from squeezing the folder so hard,
“You simply must listen to me! The rebel groups are after you and have planted a traitor in our midst under orders to kill you. Help me help you, please. Or else you will likely end up the same as Mateo.”
“Mateo wasn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the armory, if you get my drift,” June said, obviously oblivious to Sylvie’s anger.
“Mateo was a genius who did far more for our cause than you’ve ever done,”
June waved her hand in a motion to shrug Sylvie off, “Go pray or somethin’, maybe God can help you find calm and all that whatnot.”
“Let’s hope that God is helping you, because I certainly won’t be.”
And with that, Sylvie turned on her heel and stomped out.
“Are you sure that you don’t want ice cream, Sugar?” June called after her.

Part 2
“Why does June lead us anyway?”
Sylvie glanced over at Juliette, laying next to her.
“What do you mean by that?”
Yes, I’ve got her attention now! Juliette almost smiled, but managed to suppress it just in time.
“I just mean, she’s obviously not fit to lead. How did she even get to that place in the rankings?” Juliette wondered.
“Well, June was elevated to her current status because of many factors. One of the main ones being her amazing combat ability,” Sylvie explained.
Juliette sighed, “I just don’t get it. She’s such a ‘live in the moment’ person and we need an intelligent, calculating, ‘plan ahead’ type of person.”
Like me. And once I’m in charge, I’ll ruin this place from the inside.
Sylvie shrugged, “I don’t think that there is too much that we can do.”
“What if we overthrow her?”
A range of emotions crossed Sylvie’s face, appallment, interest, consideration, indecision.
It was the interest that caught Juliette’s gaze.
Yes! She’s taken the bait. I can work with interest. Juliette thought.
“No, that’s not going to work,” Sylvie’s tone was dismissive but her face was conflicted.
“You’re right, it’s too much to ask. I just thought…” Juliette paused for a second to build tension, “I just thought that maybe we could find the criminals quicker if we had someone more….able running the joint.”
Yes! Playing on her thirst for justice! Well done, Juliette. She congratulated herself.
Anger crossed Sylvie’s face. She knew that what Juliette had just said was true. They could find the people who murdered Sylvie’s sister much quicker if they had someone more capable at the helm.
“But you’re right, who would run this place without June and all of her sidekicks?”
Juliette could practically see the wheels turning in Sylvie’s head.
Suddenly she burst out, “You could run the place and I could recruit more people!”
Well played, Juliette.
“But…but I’m not that smart or calculating, or plan-ahead or….or,” Juliette fake-stammered.
“Yes you are! You are all of those things!” Sylvie exclaims, “You are amazing at planning and… everything that a leader needs!”
Juliette forced herself to blush.
“Thank you so much, Sylvie.”
“So, how do we do this?” Sylvie asked.
“I think that we should start by recruiting people to our cause. I know that many people here are discontent with June’s leadership and would be happy to have her replaced. You have to make sure that June has no idea what’s going on. Then, once we have enough people, we’ll decide on a date to turn on the leaders. Maybe during the meeting next month? We’ll make sure to have plenty of weapons at our disposal and we’ll march toward the board room, knocking out the waves of resistance one by one. Finally, we’ll knock out the leaders and advisors, besides you and the others that are allied with us of course. Then we’ll force June to surrender and step aside with a public statement stating me as the new leader,” Juliette explained.
Sylvie cocked an eyebrow, “Seems like you’ve given this much thought.”
“Well, you know how I am.”
“We’ll have to make sure to have many weapons that only stun and don’t kill because we don’t want to completely annihilate the troops.”
Well, it wasn’t ideal, but I can work with this if it convinces Sylvie that I’m trustworthy then it’s worth it.

Part 3
Juliette is my villain in this story. She seems sweet in the beginning. She talks in a calm, soothing voice and is an amazing actress. She wears soft, comfortable, cute clothes and loves to tend to the ice cream shop that hides the protagonists’ hideout. She is also insanely smart and calculating and makes many of what seems to be helpful contributions to the protagonists’ plans. However, she is always several steps ahead and never makes a move without thinking it through from every angle first. Throughout the story, she becomes less and less put together and the characters begin to see through her facade, which leads up to the revelation that she is a traitor, during which she completely loses the act. Juliette has dark brown hair, pulled back into a soft bun and violet eyes. Her skin is very pale and she has rosy cheeks. At first glance, she gives off a comforting vibe, but that is later found out to be only part of her amazing acting. Juliette’s minor flaw is that she is cagey and doesn’t tell people things, when people pry into any information that she deems too personal, she clams up, which is the original reason that suspicion is cast onto her. Her major flaw is that she doesn’t care about others, but likes to tell herself that she does. So, when confronted with how cold and immoral she really is, she becomes overly emotional. Her fatal flaw is the web of lies that she has built up. Juliette used to be an actress but when she got caught up in some drama with other actors, her reputation and career were permanently ruined. She began to feel like life was pointless and when she found out that this group needed someone to go undercover, she jumped at the chance to find some purpose. While under their tutelage, she begins to get a twisted view of the world and believes that if her mentor gains the power that they desire, they will be able to pay her back for her services with a fresh start at life. Juliette’s goal is to kill June, the absentminded and careless leader of the rebellion. Juliette is very close with the protagonist, Sylvie. Juliette fuels Sylvie’s anger at June and attempts to convince her that June needs to be overthrown and replaced by a better leader.

My Short Story
“Miss June, we have heard rumors of an undercover agent that has infiltrated our facility,” Sylvie started, approaching June.
Oh no! Juliette thought How could she know?
“Do you have any idea of whom that might be?”
“Well…it might be……” June trailed off.
“Yes, Miss June?” Sylvie said impatiently.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it darlin’, y’know what they say,”
“And what would that be exactly?”
“‘All's well that ends well’” June quoted.
“This will likely not end well, thus causing that saying to be irrelevant to the current situation,”
“Eh, it’s all fine, Sugar,”
“It’s not ‘all fine’ as you say, and if you continue not taking this seriously, you likely will not see this end that you speak of,” Sylvie warned.
“Oh, go cool your head, darlin’,” June dismissed her.
Sylvie was positively livid, her knuckles were drained of color from squeezing the folder so hard,
“You simply must listen to me! The rebel groups are after you and have planted a traitor in our midst under orders to kill you. Help me help you, please. Or else you will likely end up the same as Mateo.”
“Mateo wasn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the armory, if you get my drift,” June said, obviously oblivious to Sylvie’s anger.
“Mateo was a genius who did far more for our cause than you’ve ever done,”
June waved her hand in a motion to shrug Sylvie off, “Go pray or somethin’, maybe God can help you find calm and all that whatnot.”
“Let’s hope that God is helping you, because I certainly won’t be.”
And with that, Sylvie turned on her heel and stomped out.
“Are you sure that you don’t want ice cream, Sugar?” June called after her.


“Why does June lead us anyway?”
Sylvie glanced over at Juliette, laying next to her.
“What do you mean by that?”
Yes, I’ve got her attention now! Juliette almost smiled, but managed to suppress it just in time.
“I just mean, she’s obviously not fit to lead. How did she even get to that place in the rankings?” Juliette wondered.
“Well, June was elevated to her current status because of many factors. One of the main ones being her amazing combat ability,” Sylvie explained.
Juliette sighed, “I just don’t get it. She’s such a ‘live in the moment’ person and we need an intelligent, calculating, ‘plan ahead’ type of person.”
Like me. And once I’m in charge, I’ll ruin this place from the inside.
Sylvie shrugged, “I don’t think that there is too much that we can do.”
“What if we overthrow her?”
A range of emotions crossed Sylvie’s face, appallment, interest, consideration, indecision.
It was the interest that caught Juliette’s gaze.
Yes! She’s taken the bait. I can work with interest. Juliette thought.
“No, that’s not going to work,” Sylvie’s tone was dismissive but her face was conflicted.
“You’re right, it’s too much to ask. I just thought…” Juliette paused for a second to build tension, “I just thought that maybe we could find the criminals quicker if we had someone more….able running the joint.”
Yes! Playing on her thirst for justice! Well done, Juliette. She congratulated herself.
Anger crossed Sylvie’s face. She knew that what Juliette had just said was true. They could find the people who murdered Sylvie’s sister much quicker if they had someone more capable at the helm.
“But you’re right, who would run this place without June and all of her sidekicks?”
Juliette could practically see the wheels turning in Sylvie’s head.
Suddenly she burst out, “You could run the place and I could recruit more people!”
Well played, Juliette.
“But…but I’m not that smart or calculating, or plan-ahead or….or,” Juliette fake-stammered.
“Yes you are! You are all of those things!” Sylvie exclaims, “You are amazing at planning and… everything that a leader needs!”
Juliette forced herself to blush.
“Thank you so much, Sylvie.”
“So, how do we do this?” Sylvie asked.
“I think that we should start by recruiting people to our cause. I know that many people here are discontent with June’s leadership and would be happy to have her replaced. You have to make sure that June has no idea what’s going on. Then, once we have enough people, we’ll decide on a date to turn on the leaders. Maybe during the meeting next month? We’ll make sure to have plenty of weapons at our disposal and we’ll march toward the board room, knocking out the waves of resistance one by one. Finally, we’ll knock out the leaders and advisors, besides you and the others that are allied with us of course. Then we’ll force June to surrender and step aside with a public statement stating me as the new leader,” Juliette explained.
Sylvie cocked an eyebrow, “Seems like you’ve given this much thought.”
“Well, you know how I am.”
“We’ll have to make sure to have many weapons that only stun and don’t kill because we don’t want to completely annihilate the troops,” Sylvie brought up.
Well, it wasn’t ideal, but I can work with this if it convinces Sylvie that I’m trustworthy then it’s worth it.
“Ok,” Juliette conceded.
“Juliette?” Sylvie asked.
“Yes?”
“Why did you join this cause in the first place?”
“None of your business,” Juliette turned away from Sylvie.
“Hey, Sylvie!” Juliette called after her.
“Yes?” Sylvie turned around.
There seemed to be a hint of guilt in her face, or was Juliette imagining it?
“Do you want to go get ice cream and talk over the plan one more time?”
“No thank you, I have… things to do,” Sylvie responded, clearly lying.
Over the past two weeks, Juliette had noticed Sylvie growing more and more distant.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Juliette asked as Sylvie walked away.
“…Yes,” Sylvie said, after hesitating a moment.
She wouldn’t meet Juliette’s eyes anymore.
As Sylvie walked away, Juliette reassured herself that it was probably nothing. She was just being overly paranoid, lying so much could do that to a person.

Finally, after a month of seeking out and recruiting vigilantes, their army was ready. For the past few weeks, Juliette had been on the verge of giving up on her charade and taking things into her own hands many times. However, she persisted and believed that it would pay off soon. Whenever it felt pointless, she reminded herself of how quickly she had fallen from the graces of the stage and how her mentor had promised to return her to it if she could just pull off this one acting job for them. She sucked in a breath and promised herself, and them, that she would complete this job and regain her purpose in life.
“Are you ready, Sylvie?” she asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. And you?”
“Same here,” Juliette said.

Juliette approached June, pulling out a knife.
“I’m ready to end this,” she threatened.
Suddenly, Juliette felt the cold edge of a dagger against her throat.
“Don’t move,” Sylvie warned.
June stood up, and called all of the other members of the council to stand up as well.
“It was all a charade?” Juliette asked, “I’ve been beaten at my own game?”
“Yes,” said Sylvie, “and how could you betray me? You were my closest friend!”
Juliette felt the blade press closer, drawing a thin line of blood.
She laughed.
“I didn’t betray you, we planned this together!”
“No we didn’t,” Sylvie said.
“I didn’t plan to give leadership to a murderer!”
Juliette laughed again. She cackled. Tears streamed down her face.
“I never thought that someone would beat me at my own game!”
“Knock her out!’ June commanded.
Juliette felt a sharp pain and then there was darkness.

oh wait, for the second part, did we have to use a character from Part One? If so I'm done-

A-Sad-Invention wrote:

oh wait, for the second part, did we have to use a character from Part One? If so I'm done-

yep, you do!
if you're done, you can just post a link to your weekly in the main cabin along with your cabin and a leader will check and add the points for you ^^

whew- done! 2562 words for fanfi!

Weekly

this is kinda hunger games vibes xD


Part 1:


Character 1:


Primrose. Soft, wears light colors, ghostly in a sense, quiet, is often ignored, very young, doesn’t smile, is very serious, whispers, defers to authority easily, very meek, always sounds like she’s about to cry

Character 2:

Poppy. Loud, very loud, energetic and enthusiastic, every sentence she says seems to end in an exclamation mark.

“Poppy, we shouldn’t be doing this…” Prim whispered anxiously, wringing her hands.
“RELAX! It’ll be fine! Plus, it was your IDEA!” Poppy says as Prim winced at her friend’s volume.
“I’m leaving…”
“Stop! We’ll be FINE! The targets of what we’re doing might not be, but we will!” Poppy brightens.
“We shouldn’t be coerced into doing it by Her…” Prim says. She pales and gets even quieter. Even Poppy pales a bit.
“WHATEVER!” Poppy replies curtly. “We HAVE to do this! It’s our JOB!”
Prim frowns. “But it’s against the law…”
“Who CARES? The law SHOULD be broken SOMETIMES!”
“Yeah, but not for this…” Prim frowned, looking like she was about to cry. “This is a terrible cause…” She trails off, gulping at a figure behind Poppy.
“WHAT? Is something WRONG?” Poppy asks.
Soon they were in chains, being led to the dungeon. “Poppy…” Prim whispers, crying. Poppy was blabbing her head off to the guards.
“What are you DOING?! We haven’t done anything WRONG! YET!” She adds.
Prim smiles through her tears. “Yeah… not yet…”
“You don’t have any EVIDENCE!!”
One of the guards lowers his helmet, revealing a cute teen with brown hair and dark skin. “Shut up.”
Poppy immediately shuts her trap and Prim snickers despite herself.


Part 2:

Prim sighs and walks home from school. She passed the sorry buildings of her hometown and avoided the broken glass on the dirt road. She shuddered as she walked through the town square, where a rioter was being hanged. The sounds of the execution rang in her ears, and she averted her eyes, annoyed at herself. She
should be desensitized to this by now! After all, this happens almost every day! She stopped in her tracks as she heard someone weakly call her name. “Prim…”
It didn’t happen again, so she figured it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. She continued home, figuring out what she was going to do when she got there. She figured she would brush her sister’s hair, play with her, then make dinner, and then check on her mom. She had figured out how to not get sent to an orphanage, since her mom was very sick. She couldn't get out of bed in the morning, let alone take care of her children. Prim knew the orphanages in the area were terrible, and she couldn’t get Amber sent to one of those awful places. So she tried as hard as she could to get her sister the care she needed. She was only eight, six years younger than Prim, and she was a little bundle of joy, not at all deserving of what her life was.
She finally rounded the bend to her home and gasped.
Her home, no matter how hard she tried, was always out of shape, but this was another level entirely.
The windows were shattered, the door was sitting unevenly on its hinges, and she could see from the broken windows that the inside was in even worse condition. She stepped inside in shock and found glass shards on the floor, bloodstains on the walls, and furniture overturned. She couldn’t see Amber or her mother anywhere!
Then it hit her.
She rushed back outside to the town square, just in time to see the death of her mother and sister. “Executed for conspiracy against the kingdom.” A man yelled, standing on the platform.
Prim’s mind raced furiously, trying to figure out what he meant. Then she knew: Her mother had bought fabric from a traveling merchant, one not associated with the kingdom, therefore breaking rule #1,894:
A person shall only buy items owned by the kingdom and inside of it. They may not buy anything coming from out of our beautiful country, no matter how small. In doing so they will be charged with treason and they shall be executed. Anyone found using the material they had bought will also be killed.
She didn’t expect her mother to do anything so stupid! She knew she was going to die, but she shouldn’t get herself killed! It wasn’t too hard to figure out what happened:
Her mother knew she was going to die so she made herself a blanket to keep herself warm, and while she was asleep, Amber must have stolen the blanket or crawled under the covers with her.
When the wardens patrolled the town, they had found the blanket. Knowing it was not the fabric made by the kingdom (the kingdom’s official fabric felt like sandpaper and was the color of stone) they had confiscated it and executed them both.
Prim gasped as it finally hit her. Her family was dead. A silent tear slipped down her cheek.
She hurried to her room, searching for a box. When she found it, she slowly opened the lid and was relieved to find her emergency kit. She carefully took out a pocketknife and found an amber strip of ribbon in her illegal collection. She had ribbons of all shapes and sizes hidden in a loose floorboard. (It was very hard to find because all of her floorboards were loose.)
Hurrying to her mirror, a shard of reflective glass she chipped off a dress shop’s dressing room, (she had tried out to be a maid in the hope that all the rich people in the kingdom would pay her fairly. Didn’t happen.) She set her mirror on a chest. Eyes blazing, she tied the ribbon in her hair. Taking a deep breath, she cut Amber’s name on the inside of her wrist, so deep it would leave a scar.
She had always been told to keep her head down, stay out of trouble, just try to keep everyone alive. But now that everyone she had ever loved had died, she didn’t care about that anymore. She was no longer going to be the meek little Primrose. She was going to stand up for everyone like her and promise vengeance for everyone who had died because of the government’s ruthless tyranny.



Part 3:

My villain is going to be the leader of the government. Her name should be Violet or something. She is slightly unassuming, in her sixties, with glasses and long gray hair tied in a bun. She always wears a purple dress, and she has a ton of secrets. She has slightly messy handwriting and always uses a quill. She was born into the richest part of the city, oblivious to what horrors her parents (the rulers) did to the lesser districts.
Everyone in the poor parts of the kingdom hated them, so when they were traveling in their carriage, they were murdered by rioters.
She grew up hating the lesser places of the kingdom, and when she assumed the throne, she treated them even worse. The most terrible place you could be was Tringfield, the place where Rebecca and John Everett were murdered. That turned out to be the place you go when you have no other options.
Violet speaks slightly reserved, she always uses full words and not stuff like “We’re, won’t, they’ll”. She has a slight accent, sort of a twang, and she always has a hint of annoyance in her voice.
A minor flaw for her is anger issues, a major flaw is that she’s really arrogant, and a major flaw is that she NEVER admits she’s wrong, which I’m thinking leads to revolt and a murder. Ooooooo poppy should be her daughter ooo ooo ooo xD


Story:

Violet sighed and rubbed her temples, knowing it was going to be a long day. “Poppy?” She called her daughter into the room. No answer. Instead, a harried-looking servant rushed into the room. “Poppy is, uh, busy.” he said nervously and rushed out of the office. Violet didn't think much of his nerves. People were often intimidated by her presence.
She took out a quill as another messenger raced into her office. “Ma’am, we have heard reports of rebellion in the lower districts. This is a newspaper that recorded the incidents.”
Violet exploded. “WHAT? I have given those ungrateful criminals food and shelter! Why would they possibly be rebelling?”
“To be fair, ma’am, it’s pretty terrible food and shelter…”
“GO!”
He scurried away. Violet examined the newspaper intently, trying to figure out what to do.

The Tringfield Times:

3 Brutally Murdered In Bloody Protests: Primrose Greene Found Guilty

By Belle Vue

Today, reports have filtered in that the citizens of Tringfield are finally standing up for their long-standing misery. A group of around 18 citizens trespassed and rioted at a convention to enforce new laws. 3 people were killed, but have only identified one person. Reports are still blurry.
One thing we do know, however, was that the protests were led by Primrose Greene, a girl whose mother and sister were hanged in a blanket scandal yesterday. She personally murdered the High Reporter, who as you may know reports to Queen Violet. We are sure as of printing that she is unaware of this incident, so we push you to speak out and join the rebellion before she exterminates us all.
Additionally, here is an interview with Primrose. She kindly paid us a visit before she fled. As you read this, she is hopefully safe and sound far away.

Me: “Hello! How are you?”
Prim: “Really, really angry.”
Me: “I heard your mom and sister were killed yesterday. What happened?”
Prim: I don’t know completely. I was walking home from school when I heard it. The screams. I didn’t understand at first, but when I got home, the carnage said it all.”
Me: “Do you know about the blanket scandal?”
Prim: “Yes. I pieced it together. My mom bought fabric out of town and they both used it. I don't know why my mother would do such a thing. It's not something she would do.”
Me: “Is this why you led the protests?”
Prim: “Mainly. Also… there’s so much that could do, but she doesn't. And she does it for every other city. It’s just a cycle that has gone on for way too long.”
Me: “Thanks!”

Violet crumpled up the newspaper in anger. She rifled through the other papers she was given and found a document of Primrose’s locations over the past two years. She had been implanted with a chip that she apparently did not know about. Violet could use that.
In addition, she found a bio of Prim. She was surprised to know, up until now, that she’d always been mild-mannered and meek. But things change when you lose something you love. Violet knew that all too well.
She rang the bell next to her desk and her head of security entered the room. “Joseph, I have several things that need to be addressed immediately. First of all, threaten the Tringfield Times until they print a retraction of this. Kill Belle Vue. And find me Primrose Greene. Oh, and bring Poppy in, I need to talk to her.”
Joseph nodded, then looked confused. “But ma’am, Poppy is missing!”

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Prim woke up on the hard ground. She groaned as she fully woke up, her back aching. But she brightened as she looked over at the girl next to her.
The girl she’d had a forbidden relationship with for years.
She hadn't invited Poppy to risk her life for Prim, but she didn't give Prim a choice. Even though she would add some… complications.
That was one of the other reasons she had run away. She wanted to escape to a place where Prim + Poppy could thrive.
She had heard of such a place. A place of dreams and laughter and lullabies. Her mother had told her stories about it back when she was well.

Escape with me, please, you’ll see
Follow the flowers
Always gone, never here for me
Follow the flowers
To a place where nothing frowns
Follow the flowers
Where smiles are real and life is pleasing
Follow the flowers
To Neverglen.

She and Poppy were clinging to the desperate hope that Neverglen really existed, and that they would be free in that land of hopes and dreams.
So they were following the wildflowers. Flowers were a rarity in Tringfield, where it never rained and the air was so smoky nothing could grow. But despite that, a thin streak of wildflowers grew along the perimeter of Tringfield, leading to Neverglen. Hopefully.
Poppy suddenly woke up. She gave Prim a peck on the cheek and they started packing up. Soon they were following the wildflowers yet again.
They trudged for miles, following the thin trail and getting scratched, bitten, scraped and bruised.
Prim gasped as she finally brushed through a clearing. She grabbed Poppy’s hand as they both squealed in disgust. They were facing a muddy sinkhole. The trail ended right smack dab in the middle.
“Do you really think it will take us to Neverglen?” Poppy asked.
Prim searched through her mind for a shred of doubt, but found none. “Yes.”
Then they grasped hands, jumped into the mud and disappeared into Neverglen.

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“WHAT??!!” Violet yelled. “HOW CAN MY DAUGHTER BE MISSING? SHE HAS SIXTEEN BODYGUARDS!”
“We know, ma’am, but this morning she disappeared. We looked everywhere and questioned her bodyguards. We can’t find her anywhere.”
Violet fumed. “Then get everything else done.”
“We have already created a search team and they cannot find them. Belle Vue is terminated. But Prim and Poppy must be out of the kingdom. We can find them and we have searched every corner of the kingdom. And since they are not inside, until they return, they are out of your power. Consider it a lost cause.”
Violet scowled. “So you mean to tell me, Joseph,” she said in a dangerous voice. “That your security team, which is the best in the world, is unable to find two teenagers?”
Joseph looked scared. “Yes, ma’am.”
Violet emitted a low, guttural scream and strangled Joseph. His dead body thudded to the floor.
———————————————-two days later——————————————————-

Violet sighed. She was lying in a cold prison cell. Everything had happened so quickly. It was hazy. She remembered the eviction, Poppy’s gleeful laughter as she assumed the throne, the heavy boots of the soldiers, the breathless whispers about the “beautiful kingdom:” Neverglen.
She was now a prisoner of her own kingdom, charged with treason.
But she knew this was not the end. She was too important. She would live out the rest of her life miserable in this stinking cell. It was too much to bear. She scowled.
Two figures stepped into her cell. Poppy and Prim.
They stood a distance away, and Violet glared at them. “What do you want?” she spat.
“To know why you did what you did.”
Sensing Violet’s confusion, Prim added, “Make Tringfield such a terrible place.”
Violet sighed again. She knew she had to tell someone.
So she sat back and told the two young queens about her life. No secrets. No lies.
Just the cold, hard truth.

Can the 1000 words for the story count as the things you did in part 1 and 2, if you had written them as a story?

Hey, is part 4's 1000 word requirement a minimum and a limit or just a minimum? Asking because I have too descriptive of a writing style and it's making it go over 1000 words by a lot xD

Broken-Ice wrote:

Hey, is part 4's 1000 word requirement a minimum and a limit or just a minimum? Asking because I have too descriptive of a writing style and it's making it go over 1000 words by a lot xD

just a minimum! <3

11007567 wrote:

Can the 1000 words for the story count as the things you did in part 1 and 2, if you had written them as a story?

whether or not you include them you need to write 1000 *new* words. So if you include your writing for parts 1 and 2, your word total for part 4 will need to be 1700. ^^

FINALLY IT TOOK ME 4??5??? DAYS TO WRITE THIS AS I STARTED WEDNESDAY!! I finished this last night but I wanted to edit it so it flowed better

PART ONE

“Ah… You don’t by a chance of destiny to have Aorthos crystals for sale in this exquisite shoppe?” Ethren scoured through the items that the shopkeeper had in stock.
“I don’t know why I would have portal keys in my shop,” Cavara, the shopkeeper, asked as she searched through her stock just in case.
The fox furrowed his brows, “There are other types of minerals here with favorable magic potency. It astonishes me that you wouldn’t,”
“They are hard to find. I don’t get stock of them in for that reason,” Cavara explained, “I’m sure these other crystals and gemstones may provide enough power for getting out of this world,”
Ethren frowned, “This world has a significant supply of Aorthos crystals, it wouldn’t make much sense for a varied gem shop such as yours to not sell it,”
“These crystals were only found recently and aren’t predictable. I don’t want to sell unpredictable objects,” The shopkeeper retaliated. She seemed visibly upset.
“Unpredictability!? I would have you know that I have used these crystals routinely for enough years to know that they do not obliterate entire worlds,” The fox smacked down his hands onto the glass counter.
“I would like you to leave if you are going to damage my property,” Cavara said through gritted teeth. Frustration seethed within both the woman behind the counter and the fox. It seemed like such a big surprise to Ethren that this place even had an ounce of business.
“Aren’t there more world-travellers that pass through this city than just me?” Ethren crossed his arms.
“They don’t usually pass through my shop. If you didn’t notice, this is the rich side of the city. World-travellers are lowlifes compared to my usual customers,” Cavara blinked. Ethren gaped at the words that were uttered to him.
“Very well then,” He started off.

WORD COUNT: 307

Thought Process
Character voice is really fun to me and something I’ve already considered with my writing! I had a very hard time figuring out what to do for these characters. It was either accidentally start an entirely new story, or sort of “cheat” by using an existing (but not fleshed out) character. I eventually realized I was incredibly dumb and chose to just create characters for an existing world/story.

I have a curious and adventurous character, always interested in new things. This character within conversation would most likely ask a lot of questions. Particularly about others’ views, knowledge, and about the world around them.
This character likes keeping notes and being organized so they will take things one step at a time instead of scatter-brained and everywhere. This resulted in them being direct when speaking, and careful and thoughtful about the words of the people around them. However, they may also be overly inquisitive and loquacious about the things they have discovered over their travels. A funny contradiction.

The other character is reserved and very habitual in nature. They often repeat actions and phrases among other things. This also makes them a more stubborn and unchanging character. Within conversation, they may have a smaller vocabulary that is full of simpler or repeated words. However, it can be noticeable that they tend to get excited about things that they are very passionate about. They are often tenacious and very closed about their opinions, views, and how they go about things. They may also be hypocritical and contradictory towards their own views, despite being deadset upon them. It is almost like they don’t know who they are, or the essence of their being.
This character is frequently oblivious to the things around them as well as the things they are doing. This also makes them somewhat in denial and ignorant that the things they may be doing are no longer effective or could be damaging themselves. Perhaps it is a vicious cycle that they deep down want to get out of, or perhaps they do not see that their overly habitual nature is not helping them.

WORD COUNT: 354

PART TWO

Cavara didn't know why she let the strange traveller stay at her home for the night. She had a full blown argument within the open hours of her shop. Embarrassing. She frowned at the fox.
She had to admit, she didn't hate him or think of him that lowly. After all, she had been a thief. Perhaps it was jealousy, perhaps it was a genuine shift in views, all she knew was she was letting the fox stay at her place.
Despite spouting nonsense about her thought of travellers, it was clear to Ethren that she had been poor once. Her home was the same she had lived in since her prime days of thievery. It was funnily ironic how her reputation in the city was better than the home she lived in. Money was everything…
“This place is… Comfortable,” Ethren commented on the interior design. It definitely didn't look ready for guests. The place looked practically rundown inside and out. Old photos and papers scattered about. The couch had broken springs and was uncomfortable and old. It looked ancient, too. Wallpaper torn, but got painted over. Practically everything in the house was old and never got replaced or changed to something better.
“You… Live here?” Ethren asked with disbelief.
Cavara gazed out at the living room with slight embarrassment. She had thought about it looking terrible, but it was just how she liked it… Right? Ethren had a confused expression towards the side of Cavara.
“The guest bedroom should be down here,” Cavara said as she walked down the hallway. It looked a bit more pleasant, but empty. The bed was tidy, at least. Ethren gazed around the room and nodded.
The woman didn’t trust the traveller yet, so she kept a good eye on him. The way he moved about getting his things sorted intrigued her. He was a traveller not to be a tourist and a traveller with no home. Cavara had never seen the world, or worlds. It was a marvel that someone would be so dedicated to take themselves from where they were comforted to go somewhere with potential dangers.
Cavara stepped away to make something to eat. She couldn’t help but be stricken by the traveller’s presence. It was not often that she had visitors inside of her home, or travellers for that matter. Despite her perspective upon them, she had to wonder.
The meal had been prepared. It was nothing special, but it meant a lot to Cavara regardless. Ethren smiled at her courtesy and gladly accepted the meal.
“What is it like to travel?” Cavara blurted out.
Ethren grinned, “Lovely! The feeling of freedom and the constant change of scenery,”
Cavara listened to Ethren talk about other worlds. She couldn’t help but be so mesmerized by the descriptions of the other lands beyond this city. It made her wonder what her purpose was. She didn’t have anything that was truly her’s, as she glanced out around her home. It was home, and that was that.
She wondered what it would be like to go to a different world.
“I found it so fascinating how each world is interconnected. It was so strange how some didn’t even realize this connection or pathway between worlds as I learned more about other worlds,” Ethren rambled,
“It was especially interesting when I crossed paths with fellow travellers like me. We’d share notes and studies, perhaps even camp out together for a bit. It was sad to always move on eventually from these little groups…”
“I wrote down different species of flora and fauna in my notebooks. You wouldn’t believe how many different specimens are out there!” He enthused. Cavara nodded, letting him continue. Ethren pulled out his notebook and showed the sketches to the woman. The sketches were very detailed and the notes by them were about as detailed as well.
“Oh yeah, this also applies to minerals! Look at this one!” Ethren flipped the pages and showed. The sketches were colored, as well, which Cavara noticed. She found it interesting then she read the title. Aorthos. At that she frowned and sighed. He seemed to be using interest to get her to sell them.
Cavara didn’t want to read the notes and she turned the page. Ethren frowned, but didn’t respond to her reaction. She read through the notes of the next page. It was a powerful gemstone. She had heard of it before and knew to never sell it in her shop. It was too dangerous, which she already knew. The notes were much more in-depth than the things she had heard or read herself. It made sense considering the rarity of it…
Ethren kept talking about the different things about other worlds. Things he noticed about how they were linked, how different worlds reacted to magic, and other things.
They had turned in for the night and Cavara laid there wondering about the things he had talked about. She grabbed the photograph on her bedside table. It was a photo of her and her family. Cavara frowned and threw it across the room.
Cavara sat up. She had to leave this life behind… Maybe then she would find happiness? She grabbed her bag and crept through the hallway to leave the house. Cavara glanced down at the things she had in her bag. Things she treasured, but ultimately things she had stolen. She clenched her teeth and moved through the darkness.
She didn’t bother looking around, because it wouldn’t matter if someone had spotted her or not. Cavara would be gone before they knew it. Maybe this was the key that she needed, the key to unlock the door. The door that trapped her in the windowless room. The room lined with pictures, lifelike pictures of people she once knew.
The portal sat in the center of the city. Cavara knew how the portal worked as she had seen the upper class use it many times. It could only be opened with a key or a special card. Cavara had one of those. She slotted the card into the insert and watched as it activated.
Suddenly, she heard a shouting sound behind her. Ethren.
“Don’t!” He shouted and reached his hand out, “You need an Aorthos crystal to pass through safely!”
Cavara frowned and stepped through, disregarding the words of the traveller.

WORD COUNT: 1059

Thought Process
I’m not sure if I’ll use the previous snippet(s) of writing for anything within the overall storyline I'll be writing specifically for this weekly, but we’ll see what happens. (It’s because it’s mostly just to show differences between two characters through a heated discussion that nearly became a full-blown argument)
Character motivations are really fun! I especially enjoy thinking about them for villains, but that’s… That’s the next part. I want to get through this one really fast so I can… Oh boy.
I’m not sure which one to be the (main) protagonist, as both offer intriguing character arc potential. Ethren the traveller and Cavara who is stuck within her own habits and thoughts. I found I accidentally fleshed out Cavara much more with the thought process prior, which is an oops on my part. Maybe it’s a sign? (I ended up choosing Cavara for part 2 ODFSHFAEHROHIA it was a sign)

ETHREN
Anyway, I’ll start with Ethren’s motivation(s and other… details to help me later on LOL just uh- pretend I don’t write an entire essay about one character). He is really a traveller who seeks to learn new things? At least, in the initial fleshing out of things. I’m not really sure what to do beyond that? There are a lot of reasons I could have for him to travel, and a lot of not-reasons for him to. Ethren could just enjoy getting high off the thrill of adventure and learning about the worlds outside of his homeworld… Or he could have some sort of goal throughout this? Perhaps it is a similar case to Cavara, he got into the habit of travelling and it became his entire life, maybe not.
Why does he travel/What motivates him to travel? A few things that came to mind were…
1. His homeworld had gotten destroyed, this made him seek out the source of the destruction. Why would he search for it? Would it be an act of revenge? Is he a vengeful character? Or does he wish to study this malevolent evil? Understand it?
2. He is just doing it for studying. Perhaps an apprentice or former apprentice of a world-traveller. The travelling could be him doing studies on the magic of worlds, how this affects the inhabitants, the different sorts of magic, etc etc, you get my point.
This probably seems a bit off topic to “character motivations” but just me there is a method to the madness.
Both of the possible motivations and reasons for him to travel are very fitting and plausible. The first one would add a bit more of thickness to the reasoning behind him travelling, perhaps a deeper reason as well. The second is mostly self-fulfilling, where he just has a desire to learn more and that is it. I feel like if I want to make a more interesting character or have more character arc options I would have to go for that. Mixing the two is another option.
Perhaps he was a traveller even before the destruction of his homeworld, and this was just a further drive for him to keep travelling through worlds. This would make his motivation drive of wanting to figure out what had happened to his homeworld. Perhaps his search is just consuming him to the point that he doesn’t relax, nor does he have any care for anything but figuring out what had happened to his homeworld.
Something funky would be playing with this idea “Or does he wish to study this malevolent evil? Understand it?” because that would be a pretty fun idea. It would be very contradictory with already established details and aspects about him but still. I’m not sure if I’m making this thing the villain for this storyline, but we’ll see.
Ethren's homeworld was destroyed when he was in a different world. Destroyed worlds are wiped into being almost a complete void, or shattered apart and fragmented. Ethren has been to destroyed worlds before and has seen the destruction many times.
When he got through and saw the destruction, it left him devastated.
To go with the wish to study it, perhaps he had been trying to study it before the destruction. This only further convinced him to figure out what this thing was that destroyed it. It was clear that an entity was behind it, or something else, as each destroyed world he had crossed through before had similar remnants.
Something about it made him wonder if perhaps it was something so obvious… As a thing from the Istkoli.

CAVARA
It is Cavara’s turn! While I was writing out her character voice I was simultaneously coming up with other ideas for her by complete accident. I love how these things happen with me where I’m trying to come up with ideas for a specific thing but I end up coming up with ideas for everything else as well.
Something I was thinking as I was typing up her character voice (as well as a bit of her personality in it as well) was why she is like that. This also was something I was thinking while I was writing her interactions with Ethren. Something about her more simple dialogue makes me incredibly uncomfortable and makes me perceive her as rude, for some reason. I don’t know why this happened but we’re rolling with it now I guess.
You may be thinking “oh, does this mean she’s a villain?” we’re still in part 2, which means she isn’t a villain. I feel like she’d be more like an anti-hero or antagonist if we want to stretch it that far, but I don’t think the latter fits very well.
Something I had come up for her backstory was perhaps she had been a thief and that was how she survived. At some point she managed to secure a high position of respect, and also get herself enough money. As I am typing this I am having little to no clue on what this could or would be. I clearly have not thought this through enough and it shows.
Possible ideas to explain how she managed to raise herself up…
1. Perhaps she had managed to get herself into a high position of respect by marrying into an upper class family. Or, she managed to gain favor from the upper class. This could clue that perhaps she really likes materialistic things or money? Who knows. Maybe she just got there by almost complete chance.
2. I don’t think there’s another option. She could’ve gotten herself a job that pays well, perhaps unethical or ethical, but I don’t think it would bring herself to a high status. Unless you combine that with 1 then it would perhaps make some sense. The upper class could have hired her to pull off something in exchange for this.
I am literally spitballing ideas into a Google Doc instead of actually writing something. This is absolutely hilarious and like me to do- Anyway!
Combining 1 and 2 is interesting. Cavara had taken the interest of the upper class (a family or it as a whole, who knows) due to her skills and got hired to pull off some deeds for them. It seems pretty shady of them to hire a thief though, so what sort of things would they be looking to achieve?
Back to her motive… Let’s go over and summarize her information here. Cavara is a woman of habit who had been a skilled thief to get by when she was younger. She acquired a job and gained favor to climb up in social status to the point she no longer needed to steal to survive. Cavara kept doing this regardless, as she was stuck in doing it.
I feel like a good contrast with Ethren could be tied to the reason she got stuck like this. Perhaps something had happened to her family, or a family member, that caused her to be stuck in the past and traditions. Unlike Ethren who used it as a motivation, Cavara got stuck in how it used to be and in one place. She essentially stopped living.

WORD COUNT: 1360

PART THREE

Thought Process
MUAHAHAHAHA VILLAIN TIME!!! I mean HA nooo villain time (
I had a really hard time figuring out what the heck to do with the villain. It was hard to come up with something fresh and new, at least for things I’ve written, that wasn’t boring or overly cliche that it would just make people’s eyes roll. I didn’t get far with this and ended up making the most flat character ever.
I like my villains to speak for themselves in writing, so you’re not going to get to hear any of my thoughts while coming up with this character. Enjoy.

The world dissolved into darkness right before his eyes. The calamity sent a shockwave that nearly took him off his feet. A dark energy pulsed through the ground beneath the disperse of crimson that was within the sky. The white tiger stood there as the world around him crumbled, his hands clenched around a chipped red stone. There was once light in this stone, but it had faded like a candle being blown out.
He stepped backwards towards a portal behind him. It was still open despite the burst of energy that had just happened. Ivux stared deeply into the gemstone in his hand. He could feel the power that dwelled within it. The light may have been gone, but it wasn’t completely useless to his cause.
It was funny, he felt a strange sense of disappointment as he looked out upon the destruction he caused. Ivux didn’t find what he had sought and got more questions than he got answers. He traced his fingers along the grass as it faded away. The same energy that came from the gemstone he was holding. The entity that once bore it had some form of alignment with this destruction.
He contemplated letting the stone go. It glimmered and shone in the light of the portal behind him. A fiery orange hue reflected in the stone. It was unusual, as the portal was a white color. Ivux hummed softly.
Somehow, around him the world did not fade nor did it crumble. The white tiger stepped forward and watched as the world beneath him came back to life. The stone glowed brightly in his hand, in which he noticed. Not only does it cause destruction but it repairs the destruction it causes… Ivux thought. He turned around and went through the portal. Ivux wanted to experiment upon this magic to see what it would provide him.
The scenery barely changed around him. What was once a faded world became another world of darkness. Except, this was a more completed form of darkness. The ground beneath him was made from an unnatural material and was traced with crimson. This place made the stone in his hand glow brighter than before.
Ivux stood there for a few moments. The world around him… Seemed to be healing within the presence of the encased magic. He frowned and kept moving until he saw the frame of a portal. Ivux slotted in a key into the keyhole and turned it until he heard a click. Energy circulated around the frame until it opened up.
Ivux entered the portal and closed it behind him. He arrived in a room that didn’t seem to have an entrance or an exit. The room looked like a dump, but it was an organized dump to Ivux. Written on papers scattered about on a desk along with wide-open books. There were sketches pinned to the walls of monstrous creatures and strange flora. He ripped off a particular one from the wall.
Kato, guardian of the third realm.
Ivux walked over to a piece of equipment. This was something he had made specifically for detecting and reading magical energies within objects. It was something he may or may not be a little too proud of, despite its minor quirks. He placed the red stone into it and whacked it a couple of times. It eventually started reading the energies.
As he waited, he scoured through his bottles of collected liquified magical energies. Ivux lifted up the one he was looking for. He heard something coming from the portal, which he forgot to close. The sound startled him, making him drop the bottle on the ground. Ivux turned around, ignoring the fact that there was glass all over the floor at his feet. Nothing had come through the portal… But he could feel the energy shift in the room.
Ivux frowned and stepped over to the portal to close it, until he saw a figure step through… It was an unfamiliar entity. The white tiger stepped back until he couldn’t move further. He noticed the red stone in the corner of his eye. It was glowing brighter than before.
His experiments must have attracted the creature. Ivux watched the thing absorb the puddle of magical energy on the ground. The glass didn’t cut it, which he found strange. What was it?
That was when it started to grab the red stone that Ivux was done being fascinated by the thing that came through the portal. He grabbed the stone before he could. The figure stared right through Ivux. It had bright red eyes, the same red as the stone it was after. Ivux narrowed his eyes at this peculiar thing he noticed.
“What are you?” Ivux asked. The tried to peel his fingers off of the stone but wasn’t successful. Ivux shivered when he felt it touch his hand. It had a similar burn to that of the destructive magic that consumed his world. He widened his eyes.
“You are the magic that consumed my world?” Ivux grinned.
“Yes,” The strange entity spoke. He jumped back, startled by the words. It could speak, and that surprised Ivux.
“This is definitely interesting information for my studies…” Ivux smirked as he placed the stone into a box and locked it. He didn’t want the thing to get it. It was crucial to his studies, although the new knowledge that the magic was sentient was definitely intriguing enough.
Ivux froze at that thought, “… Can you share your magic? If so…” He turned around to look at the entity which was slowly creeping towards the box.
“Actually, no, I have a better idea,” Ivux grinned and scavenged through his things, “I made a magic extractor for this very day,”
Ivux lifted the magic extractor and aimed it directly at the figure. The figure looked alarmed and tried to get out of the way, but it was too late. Ivux could hear the screams from the inside of the extractor. It was strange how magic could become sentient, Ivux thought.
“Now, I just want your magic,” Ivux grinned, “It’s for… Experiment, purposes,”
“This won’t hurt you, but probably me,” He laughed as he put as much magic as he could into a mixture to inject it into himself. Ivux swore he saw the red eyes in the serum.
It definitely did hurt him and he fell over. The extractor fell off and broke, releasing the creature from its case. Ivux tried to steady himself until the rest of the creature went into him. The room around him started fading away as if it was being destroyed. Ivux looked down beneath him and saw him floating over the void. He just destroyed the world he was in.
Ivux smiled at the accomplishment. I wonder what else this power does…

WORD COUNT: 1137

PART FOUR

The cityscape surrounded the white tiger. He was sitting on the rooftops, watching the people of that world go about their days. It was stupid that he had lost the gem of Kato so long ago. There was no way she was still alive after what happened. Yet, here he was trying to track her down. It was difficult keeping that as his main focus. The whole point he merged himself with the sentient magic was to experiment with it. Experimenting doesn’t include hunting a potential escapee down.
Ivux had been in this world for a while. No one knew that he was going to destroy the world. He had been messing with the minds of the residents there. It was interesting to see what the magic did to the minds of others. It warped them in strange ways, causing them to act very differently. Ivux had noted down these reactions. He had previously written similar things down previously, but it was mostly smaller bits of the magic.
Now that he had the destruction in full form, he was unstoppable. The magic itself didn’t seem to mind him using the magic. It seemed to also have a goal to destroy worlds, sort of. It made sense that it would. After all, it spread across his old world, Sorkuya, after the destruction of Kato’s vessel.
Ivux decided to take a stroll in the city. It was somewhat nostalgic to him to just walk through a city without any care. While on this stroll, he overheard something interesting uttered by someone from another world, or perhaps a traveller.
“Let me speak to the officials!” The voice pleaded. Ivux inched closer to get a good look at the creature speaking. He saw a familiar fox. Everything about the attire that this fox wore was familiar as well. Where have I seen him… Ivux thought.
“I’m sorry, sir,” The street patroller said, “But it would be very unlikely for them to speak to you,”
The fox scoffed and crossed his arms, “Well, if they won’t listen to me… I’m warning you. This world is going to get destroyed,”
Ivux was startled by the last sentence. How could someone know he was there, or the magic was slowly consuming the world. It was peculiar and made him wonder who and why this traveller was familiar.
He decided to keep a good eye on the fox and follow him. The traveller had stormed off. Ivux followed him to see where he would go. Who is this guy? Ivux frowned as he trailed behind the strange traveller. He was careful to not seem too suspicious. It didn’t matter though, he was going to get rid of this world when he had his fun anyway.
Ivux watched the traveller walk into Cavara’s shop. He knew Cavara, well sort of. Cavara worked for him by collecting things from Istkoli and transporting things to other worlds. She was very helpful to him. Ivux was a little disappointed that he was going to lose such an asset in the end. Oh well. He thought.
The traveller glanced around the shop. He was dazzled by all of the gemstones she had there. There was a disappointment on his face that Ivux didn’t understand until he opened his mouth.
“Ah… You don’t by a chance of destiny to have Aorthos crystals for sale in this exquisite shoppe?” The fox asked as he inspected all of the minerals. Ivux watched as he looked through the notebook he had on him and looked at the stones on display. Ivux wondered if he came here because he somehow noticed the destructive magic, or because he was out of the crystals.
“They are hard to find. I don’t get stock of them in for that reason,” Cavara explained, “I’m sure these other crystals and gemstones may provide enough power for getting out of this world,”
“This world has a significant supply of Aorthos crystals, it wouldn’t make much sense for a varied gem shop such as yours to not sell it,” The traveller responded with a hint of irritation in his voice.
“These crystals were only found recently and aren’t predictable. I don’t want to sell unpredictable objects,” Cavara retaliated. Ivux chuckled, as he was the one who spread that false information.
“Unpredictability!? I would have you know that I have used these crystals routinely for enough years to know that they do not obliterate entire worlds,” The fox smacked down his hands onto the glass counter. Ivux almost flinched from the sudden movement. It was no surprise the glass didn’t break.
The glass had to be strong enough to not be easily broken by robbers.
“I would like you to leave if you are going to damage my property,” Cavara said through gritted teeth. Frustration seethed within both the woman behind the counter and the fox. Ivux was getting a little amused by this conversation. He had seen these sort of arguments enough times, but still got a kick out of them.
“Aren’t there more world-travellers that pass through this city than just me?” The traveller crossed his arms.
“They don’t usually pass through my shop,” Cavara blinked. The traveller sighed and left the store. He didn’t notice Ivux standing there, at least Ivux didn’t think he did.
He kept following the traveller for the rest of the day. The traveller was so intent on two things. Trying to talk to the officials, and getting Aorthos crystals. Ivux was getting exhausted with following him around, but he knew that he had to keep a good eye on him. A traveller knowing he was in a world meant trouble. The last time that happened, it almost ended badly.
It was when the traveller got the idea to start asking Cavara that Ivux was getting a bit uncomfortable with being passive.
“Do you know anything about the gems and minerals shopkeeper? I think the store was called Cavara’s,” The traveller was chatting up with someone who was selling Aorthos crystals. Ivux was surprised he managed to find someone selling it. He was sure he got rid of them all.
“Yes, actually,” The shopkeeper nodded, “Her shop is named after her. Cavara,”
“Does she have any relation with any of the officials? I really need to speak to them,” The traveller pleaded. The shopkeeper nodded. Ivux watched as the traveller’s eyes lit up.
“Thank you, uhhh… Here’s the money for the Aorthos crystals,” The fox handed over the money and ran off with the crystals. The shopkeeper was very confused and stunned but shrugged it off.
The tiger had to go after the traveller. He didn’t want to lose him, but he couldn’t run after him. It would be too obvious that he was pursuing him or keeping an eye on him. Ivux still couldn’t figure out where he knew this traveller from… It was so weird that he had forgotten.
The chase, albeit slow, led him back to Cavara’s shop. It was almost closing time as the sun had nearly set. Cavara was about to close up shop when she saw him dashing towards her. Ivux wasn’t close enough to hear what they were talking about, but he was sure it wasn’t something good.
“It’s too late,” He overheard Cavara say.
“I’ve been trying to inform them about something important all day,” The traveller replied.
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Cavara responded, “You could stay at my place for the night, I have a guest bedroom. I’ll also make something, if you’re hungry,”
The traveller was quiet for a bit. He was thinking about the offer, “That sounds nice,”
Cavara took the traveller to her home after locking up the shop. Ivux didn’t have to follow them as he knew exactly where Cavara lived. He went an alternate route to get there faster.
He was nearing the home and saw the old building in the distance. It was partially in the forest, just outside of the city. A couple of windows were a bit cracked, which Ivux thought was advantageous. Meant he would be able to eavesdrop easier. The door looked beat up, but it wasn’t like it was hanging open. The house for sure was liveable, but it looked absolutely depressing.
Ivux heard the arrival of the traveller and Cavara. He rushed into a spot to ensure he didn't get spotted. If he were to get spotted, it wouldn’t end well. At least, he thought it wouldn’t end so well. The traveller clearly knew something was up.
The two of them stepped into the house and Ivux got comfortable in a spot that he could look in without being spotted.
“This place is… Comfortable,” The traveller commented. The place certainly didn’t look very good in terms of interior. Old photos and papers scattered about. The couch had broken springs and was uncomfortable and old, Ivux spoke from experience. He cringed at the memory of sitting down on Cavara’s couch.
“You… Live here?” The traveller asked with disbelief. Cavara gazed around at the living room with a small shrug and a nod. The traveller looked stunned, probably having been in much nicer places.
Cavara led him down towards the hallway, “The guest bedroom should be down here,”
Ivux couldn’t see where they went, nor hear them. He searched through the windows to find them, but to no avail. Most of the windows were too risky to peek through, but he managed to get a brief look inside. The traveller had moved into the guest bedroom and Cavara was heading towards the kitchen. Ivux assumed that she was going to cook something.
It was boring waiting for a discussion to spark up, but eventually they both settled down to eat a meal. Ivux listened in on their conversation. He had to get something about this traveller, something.
“What’s your name?” Cavara asked the traveller. The traveller jumped and chuckled nervously. He obviously hadn’t properly introduced himself. Ivux rolled his eyes, travellers were always like that.
“Ethren,” He introduced himself with a laugh, “Just a regular ol’ traveller,” The name isn’t familiar… Bummer. Ivux thought disappointedly.
Cavara nodded, “Cavara, but you probably already know that,” Ethren nodded slowly as he took a bite from his food.
“What is it like to travel?” Cavara asked suddenly. Ethren almost choked on his food, most likely from excitement from the fact his ears perked up.
He grinned, “Lovely! The feeling of freedom and the constant change of scenery,”
“I’ve been to worlds that I would’ve never thought possible… There was this world with these…” Ethren rambled. Ivux was getting a bit bored by it. It was mostly stuff he already knew. The destruction of worlds that he caused really made him know a lot about worlds. Cavara looked so mesmerized by the way he described things.
“I found it so fascinating how each world is interconnected. It was so strange how some didn’t even realize this connection or pathway between worlds as I learned more about other worlds,” Ethren rambled,
“It was especially interesting when I crossed paths with fellow travellers like me. We’d share notes and studies, perhaps even camp out together for a bit. It was sad to always move on eventually from these little groups…”
“I wrote down different species of flora and fauna in my notebooks. You wouldn’t believe how many different specimens are out there!” He enthused. Cavara nodded, letting him continue. Ethren pulled out his notebook and showed the sketches to the woman.
“Oh yeah, this also applies to minerals! Look at this one!” Ethren flipped the pages and presented it to Cavara. Ivux wondered what he was showing her. He was looking in at the wrong side to even get a look.
Ethren kept talking about other worlds and other discoveries he made on his travels. Ivux didn’t take much care to pay attention to what he was saying. It wasn’t anything that would tell him much about this strange traveller. He still couldn’t put his finger on who this fox was.
“Why do you want to talk to the officials?” Cavara brought up the question. Ivux already knew the answer, but he wondered if the traveller would go into more detail in his answer.
“I believe this world might fall to this strange magic I’ve been seeing in destroyed worlds or around portals to destroyed worlds,” Ethren explained, “I actually followed a trail of this magic to this world. Was hoping I would find out what this magic even is,”
“Oh, wow,” Cavara gasped, “Are you sure?”
Ethren nodded. Ivux frowned now that his suspicions were correct. This traveller must have been searching for him and he was hot on his trail now. In fact, one wrong move and he may figure him out. Ivux just had to destroy this world while he was here. Or maybe… Give him what he wants. Ivux grinned at the idea. He watched them head in for the night. Ivux had a tough decision to make. He could let his plan commence, or he could keep an eye on Ethren to ensure he doesn’t run off. Why would he run off?
There was movement in the corner of his eye. He saw Cavara leaving her house. Ivux wondered where she was going. He knew he was going to figure out when he spotted Ethren had noticed that she left. Ivux followed the two at a distance… Then he saw the central city portal. What is she doing?
It lit up in a moment. Ivux felt the energy of Istkoli leak into the world and it made him tremble.
“Don’t!” Ethren shouted, reaching out his hand to grab her, “You need an Aorthos crystal to pass through safely!” Cavara turned around to look at him. She was leaving. Ivux knew that Ethren probably would’ve gone after her. He had to act fast. Cavara was slowly backing into the portal.
Ivux leapt out of the darkness and knocked Ethren over. Cavara stopped moving when she recognized him. Ethren gasped when he saw his attacker. He twisted around to jerk himself out of Ivux's grasp, summoning a dagger that radiated with an orange energy. Ivux jumped back in response to the threat.
Ethren snarled at the tiger, “I can smell the magic… You reek of it,”
Cavara tried to flee into the portal, but she was stopped by a darkness that overtook the portal. It shut the portal down but most likely not for good. Ivux turned to look back at Ethren.
“Unfortunate, I had hoped that our meet would’ve been less of a fight,” Ivux responded, “Maybe a pleasant ‘Hello’ and a…”
Ethren was confused by the pause until he saw the crimson glowing within the hands of Ivux as he leapt for him. The fox was much more agile, but it didn’t mean the magic didn’t have any effect. The ground started giving away as the destructive magic was injected into the world.
“I’ve finally found what I was searching for… But it isn’t what I expected,” Ethren tried to catch his breath from the amount of dodging he had to do.
Ivux was taken by surprise when Cavara attacked him. It was to be expected from a former thief. You had to be stealthy to get away with stealing. Cavara wasn’t a problem to him, as she ultimately was too weak at that moment. She didn’t have a weapon on her. Ivux was starting to consider sparing her because of her use. This betrayal had to change his mind.
“It’s two versus one,” Cavara stood by Ethren.
“He can literally destroy worlds like it is nothing, Cavara!” The fox pointed at him, “You really believe we can win this fight?!”
“You give up too easily,” Cavara scoffed, “Do you have any other weapons on you?”
Ethren tried to search through his things. Ivux crossed his arms, letting them have their hope even for a second. It was more fun that way. He started getting impatient quickly and injected more of the magic into the world. Everything around them was slowly fading away.
The city did not whimper or make a cry as it was slowly sucked away from all life. Cavara narrowed her eyes at Ivux.
“I’ve been working with a monster?!” Cavara screeched, “Why are you doing this?!”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer for,” Ivux answered. The world around him crumbled into nothing. The only things still standing were around the portal and them.
Ethren looked distraught. It was clear that he had only experienced this destruction a couple times, maybe once, or maybe even not at all. There wasn’t any fight in his eyes. He knew too much about Ivux. This is what stopped him from trying.
“Good, good,” Ivux grinned, “This should make things a little easier,”
“You’re not getting close to us!” Cavara cried, spreading her arms out as if it were a shield. It was no use, as Ivux grabbed Ethren. The fox glared up at him, feeling the magic seep through him. He grabbed whatever he could and used it as a weapon.
The Aorthos crystal struck him and it hurt. This gave them the chance to get near the portal. Cavara shakily gave the key to open the portal to Ethren. The portal didn’t open. Ivux let out a laugh. They were powerless at that moment. His next experiments that he would keep in this world forever.
Cavara clenched her fists. Frustration burned inside of her. She ran at him and knocked him into the dark void that he had created. The darkness spat him back out, but the damage had been done. The body of the tiger was blackened and dark. It was frail and overused. The destructive magic slowly absorbed the remains of what was. The power had ultimately consumed him.

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Sorry not sorry for writing a novel and a half

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