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Lightning flashed overhead, thunder booming loudly in Alcmene’s ears. She grimaced at her odds. Metal shuffling a few feet away told Alcmene that the guards were near when her eyes couldn’t. Her hair stuck to her face, and Alcmene’s breath was ragged and heavy. She kept running, but metal clanking filled her ears, to her sides, in front of her, and behind her. She was trapped. Swords banged on shields. Alcmene winced at the sharp sound.
She skidded to a halt, splashing the guards and almost slipping on the cold mud. Alcmene managed to save herself, but scraped her palms in return. She winced at the sting and watched as the blood streamed down her hand, then her forearm, fading as the rain washed it away. A low whisper interrupted the scene. Alcmene spun around, eyes blazing, squinting through the pouring downfall. She took out her dagger, smiling slightly as it reflected the faint glow of the moon overhead, shrouded in clouds.
“That won’t be necessary, dearest.” She hardened her grip on her weapon, her gaze piercing through the shadows, desperate to find the source of the eerie murmurs. There was a long sigh.
“Disarm her,” and, before she knew it, her dagger was smacked out of her hand. Alcmene let out a yelp as a long spear slashed through the darkness, nearly cutting off her arm until she pulled away at the last second, which then in turn made her drop her blade. She clenched her fist as one of the guards reached out to confiscate the dagger, like she was a sort of child playing with things they shouldn't. The voice left horrid memories in her head, and she finally realized who it belonged to. How ironic.
“What do you want, Daggur?” She spat the name out, almost screaming. She couldn’t help but lace her voice thick with pure hatred. Fine. She didn’t care if he knew she hated him. She hoped he knew. A tall figure formed in the rain, as if he were made of the water that relentlessly crashed down on the group. Alcmene tensed as she felt cold hands wrap around her arms and hold her back. She glared up at the figure, defiant.
“Oh, Alcmene.” He said, laughing. It sounded like chalk against a board, scratchy, as if he had not drinken in years. He leaned forward, his forehead almost touching Alcmene’s. His breath smelled like heavy smoke, and Alcmene did her best not to shift away. She held his gaze as he hissed in a hushed whisper, “You know what I want.” He stood up taller, a stupid grin stretching across his face as he held out his hand expectantly. The shadows, accompanied by the glow of the moon, made his skin look pale and unreal, like a ghost made of rain and shadow.
“I-” She swallowed hard, forcing herself not to look down at her bag. “I don’t have it.” Her voice shook, like a little child being chastised by their parents. She tried her best to be fierce, but inside, her mind was racing.
He let out a guttural laugh. It made Alcmene wince. “Oh, my sweet, I’m afraid you do.” He pulled out his own dagger, soaked in ominous, dried blood, and let it tilt in the direction of her saddlebag. She closed her eyes in a silent prayer, hoping that she'd stuffed it deep down inside her satchel before she went out. She looked down, peering through the rain. Shoot. Oh, Alcmene, you idiot! Part of the book is shown through her bag, its gold accents shifting in the light. She furrowed her eyebrows at him in frustration. Alcmene kept her gaze low, but Daggur’s dagger forced her to meet his gaze. He rested it below her chin, and she let it guide her up to his eyes, which were encircled with eyebags, fearing it threatened more than just a scratch.
She tried to wriggle free, making a desperate attempt to knock down the guard that pinned her hands behind her back, but it was no use. They had a firm grip, and she gave up once she felt her fingers go numb.
The clouds grew angrier. Rain poured down, as if all the oceans had lifted into the sky and started to fall just to prevent Alceme from seeing her opponent clearly. Blood rushed through her ears and flushed her cheek Water poured down her face, and now she couldn’t tell the difference between the relentless downpour and her own tears. It was all happening too fast.
Someone pushed her against the ground. Skin met hard concrete. Vision blurred. Thought raced for a way out. A foot planted firmly on her back. She felt them rip her satchel off of her. Alcemene was lightheaded.
"Aw,” said Daggur, his voice low. It was a whisper, but to Alcmene, it felt like all her worries finally caught up to her and started screeching in her ears. “Poor little Alcmene.”
“Y’know, you had so much potential.” The voice was farther away now. “Sad that your mind wasn’t in the right place. You would’ve made a fine warrior. You would have joined my ranks. You don’t need magic. You don’t need that stupid book.”
“Why do you need it if you’re just so powerful?” It tasted like honey on the tip of her tongue as she heard Daggur grunt in anger.
His tone turned colder, but his words were a sickly sort of sweet. “Why, dearest, I’m doing it only to protect you.”
“You didn’t want to teach me magic. You were afraid. Afraid I’d betray you? And take your place? You don’t understand, Daggur. I need magic. I’m a magician. It’s part of who I am.” Her voice was barely a whisper now, her chest heaving as her lungs begged for a break.
“So you say.” It sounded like he was considering something. Alcmene couldn’t see his face, as one of the guards shoved her face deeper into the ground. She could barely breathe. “This book…it holds every single spell ever known to magiciankind, yes?” When she didn’t answer, he chuckled one of his cruel laughs.
“Why, Alcmene. Thank you so much for this wonderful gift.” This time, she couldn’t bear it any longer. She thrust her head up, even if she thought it would break her neck. The guard holding her head down stepped back in surprise.
She gasped for air, just for a second, before she rolled over, causing the guard pinning her down to lose their grip. She stood up before any of the others could react and faced Daggur in defiance. All the others stood back in fear. How pathetic.
“You don’t know what you’re dealing with.” Her voice was hard and her gaze even more so. Daggur looked unamused, standing calmly with the book held comfortably in her hands. A surge of anger pulsed through her, giving her new energy. It didn’t belong in his grubby fingers.
“Mother- she-” But he cut her off with such ferocity that it made all her newfound courage shrink back to where they came.
“Your mother was a traitor!” He snarled.
“Why, because she was a magician? Because she used magic?”
"No, it’s not that-”
“Oh, so what is it that makes her a traitor, Daggur? Because she had me?” He didn’t respond. “Everything she did, she did for you, Daggur! She used her magic for you, she studied it for you!”
“And look where that got her!” Daggur blurted, voice full of loathing.

Silence.

Shock. Anger. Clear thoughts turned into fractured frames. Fists. Screaming. Blood. Through the mess, Alcmene grabbed her wand from a hidden pocket in her tunic.
Finally. Alcmene’s favorite part of her whole plan- magic. Some firecracker spells, which made Daggur drop the book, and a simple smoke bomb spell were all it took for her to escape. Oh, it was too easy.
It was a whole act, really, the whole ‘Oh no, Alcmene’s in danger again, Daggur, you won!’ It was risky, letting him hold the book and all. But the looks on their faces, oh my goodness. They were everything. Fear.
Her performance was amazing. Worth all the weird looks she got from squirrels when she tried crying on demand. The last time Daggur had seen Alcmene, she was just a little girl. But ever since she’d found the book—her mother’s book—she had grown. Oh, Daggur. Such a naive, little soul. Mother was all Alcmene lived for—her smile, her laugh, just her. But he took that away.

And she’s just as ready to take everything away from him, exactly the same as he did to her.

As she vanished into the forest, the book tucked snugly in her arms, covered by the tall, thick shadows and protected by the pines’ trunks, she snickered.
Get ready, Daggur.
She gripped her wand tighter and grinned like she did when her mother used to make her toys from her spells.

Get ready Father.

she wanted
poem by: @peppermintangel

the girl was alone
and frightened

but she had big dreams
to face the world

she just wanted to breathe
wanted to live fast,

like she was young and free
never downcast

but time was racing
and time has past

and she’s only getting older
and insecure

watching as wrinkles
appear

and she starts to slowly

f
a
d
e

a
w
a
y

her time is coming
and she still feels empty

oh, why is so hard
to find someone that
she can freely love?

for all she wanted
was to be loved
not to love someone

and that in itself
is a big difference

she wanted someone
to share her burdens

but every time,
when she poured out
her heart
and soul
to someone,

all they would do
was drift away

she wanted someone
to heal all her hurt

she wanted someone
to just be there
for her

like she would always
be there for them

she saw
so many shattered
hearts

just like hers

but as she looked around,
she saw every single one heal
and mend
and glow
filled to the brim
with happiness…

except for hers.

born on a silk cloud…
by: @peppermintangel
(should I make a project about this :00000)
about a boy not wanting to admit he likes another boy, thinking he was straight, but soon finds courage to like whoever he wants to like <333

(created by the prompts of 6 users (on gwdfi)
anonymous: “Go figure. Go figure. I became my own gravedigger! My own gravedigger!”
@_Rat-King_ : “I wish I could be a girl”
@ArtistiqOwl : “I was born of the world on a silken cloud, and got bored of the word before I hit the ground.”
@chibi-gamer-girl : “welcome to your fate, end of the line, just a little explanation of your desperate situation”
@gamerel “when everyone believes ya, what's that like? ”
@dreamisback “tell me, do you view me the same or do you call me a stranger?”

(prompts will be in bold)

tell me,
do you view me the same
or do you call me a stranger?

tell me,
when you say my name,
do you call yourself a painter
brushing on the colors of the sunset
that we watched
just inches apart?

tell me,
when you see my face
do you smile,
and i mean genuinely smile,
does your mind bubble up,
and do butterflies turn your stomach
into mush when you see me?

tell me,
do you stay up all night
with memories of me
replaying over and over

tell me,
do you smile like and idiot
when i text you at 2am?

tell me,
do you notice me
walking in the halls
tripping over
and fantasizing
about impossible scenarios

tell me,
is my name all you think
about?

if our situations were reversed,
and maybe if i had enough courage
and i wouldn’t have to bear this suffrage,
maybe then.

i wish i was a girl,
then maybe it wouldn’t
be so weird,
to stalk you in the halls

i try to punch the feelings down
but i can’t find a way

it’s something in your smile,
something in your eyes,
something in you.

I was born of the world on a silken cloud,
and i got bored of the world before i hit the ground,
headed to the exits before i even entered
paved a new way
and risked all my pride
just so i could love you

my brain doesn’t want to,
but my heart leaps and lurches

when everyone believes you,
what’s it like?
What's it like being normal?

that smile can charm everyone,
mostly the girls
that come crawling at your feet

and then there’s me
this lump and heap
of a failure of me

and i can’t deny
that sometimes
all i want is to be around you

is that too much to ask?

and fate laughs:

welcome to your fate
end of the line,
its just a little explanation
of your desperate situation,
tell me, boy,
what are you willing to risk,
what are you willing to sacrifice
for a boy that’ll never notice you?

go figure,
go figure.

I became my own gravedigger,
my own gravedigger,
robbing the soul and the life
of the me who wanted to have
a “normal” life.

one foot,
after the other,
i’ll climb,
higher and higher,
i’ll climb all the way back up
to that silk cloud,
only to fall all over again

hoping to fall into his arms

so what,
if i’m not like what my parents
thought i was or am

so what if my friends think i’m weird?
i’ll follow my own descent,
down to the ground
and,
perhaps,
land in the field of flowers
nobody will ever find
except him and I.

so tell me,
little soul,
my soul,
what are you willing
to sacrifice for this boy?

i smile,
because i already know the answer.

everything.