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How to play:
Using a soquili based on an existing urban legend (one that has not been used for the event) or an urban legend you have fabricated yourself create a story using the prompt provided.
This does not need to be done RP style. You are free to write this as a regular story if you wish it just needs to be about your urban legend soquili.
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That’s all you have to do. =3



The Legends Already Made:
-The Hookman
-Bats in Hair
-El Chupacabra
-Ouija Board
-Bloody Mary
-Haunted Swamp
-Ghost Hand prints
-Black Aggie
-Bunny Man
-Kuchisake Onna
-White Lady
-Kidney Theft
-Yuki Onna
-Death bell
-Lake Tahoe/City of the Dead

My name is Maria and I'm a prisoner of the Blood Moon Carnival. I'm not sure about some of the details. Things have gotten blurry a lot lately. My past memories seem to be fading...slowly but surely. I know it's only been a short time since my capture, but it feels like ages since the mare told my fortune. I remember running, bright lights, then....screaming. Everything went black and when I woke up... I was here. I can't leave... I've tried crossing the camp's boundaries. It works, I can get picked up. The people in the carts are nice, they take me almost all the way back home. Whenever they get about a block away though, I pass out. Everytime I do... I wake up....Back in my cage again...
This is my story. I am now....RESURRECTION MARY.

She said my love was unfaithful to me...but that all would be well. I would find my love. I did not expect that while walking home, lost in my heartbroken thoughts I did not notice those sneaking up on me.

I noticed them when it was too late, as they were upon me. I was so close to the woods I tried to break free to get away. I did not manage this, it was all for nil.

Now I am stuck here, my heart belonging to another stallion. I am a member of the Blood Moon Carnival, my life tied to this dark carnival forever, for as long as this Carnival goes on.

'Mom? Where are you? Im waiting....', were the last words heard before my eyes shot open. I was breathing heavy and back in my accursed tank, the water too warm as usual. But perhaps I should start at the beginning before this 'New Life' was thrust upon me.....

My name is Kearin and I was once an ordinary college student, in my Junior year. My life was normal, trustworthy friends, loving family, the average minimum wage job at an unpopular book store. I couldn't complain much, I was happy with what I had and who I was, but I felt something stirring, little did I know....
Ever since I was in high school, odd flashes of memories would spring worth. Always underwater, whatever it was, was underwater. The memories were fuzy and I could never remember them. I just knew I'd seen something. The detailed ones came in my dreams. But again after waking I couldn't remember.
One day I was with a few friends and I bought I Psychic Circle. I was very much interested in the Pagan religions. Just having fun we each took turns asking about whatever popped in our heads. When it came to me, however, I asked of the past. But not just the past I'd known, but rather what I hadn't....my past life.
It went to the direction North and to the symbol for water and spelled out R O Y A L T Y. Upon further questions, slowly piecing things together we gathered it said something about the arctic ocean and me being royalty. I didn't think much of it until until a few months later.
It was just after the mid-term break and ever since the one use of that circle my 'memory flashes' had become more vivid and I was able to remember images and random bits and pieces. Always water, swimming, ice, seeing several faces growing up year by year, a place. Piecing it all up it seemed to be an under-water city like Atlantis. Mermaids perhaps, but that was childhood fantasy and a wandering imagination so I pushed it off.
Though I'd tried to not think of my growing imagination, it stubbornly grew. I finally decided to try for some answers out of the Psychic circle. I unfolded it and set the moving glass down in the center. I turned slightly to put the box out of the way and when I looked at the board the glass went from the water sign to North. It intrigued me so I touched the glass....
I seemed to be thrust back in hidden memories. I saw three children around the ages of 8-12 playing, but we were underwater and they had Tails. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Mersoquili. Was it possible one of them was me? There were 2 girls one older then the other, but their faces seemed similar, like sisters. The older one had a deep red-ish blonde color hair and very blue eyes and her tail was a blue-ish purple, the younger had long shiny black hair and had very intense light green eyes that seemed to glow and a gray-silver tail. The boy seemed to be a bit older then both girls, strong masculine chest for one so young. His hair a soft brown, eyes dark blue and medium purple tail. I seemed drawn to the boy as was the younger girl they seemed to have a special connection that differed from the feeling between the sisters, though they seemed very close as well.

The memory shifted, but I saw the same 3 mer-soquili, but older now between 16-20. It seemed to be a ceremony. The king and queen held an orb near the 2 sisters then held it up and something was announced. It seemed the younger sister was chosen to take the crown, the older was not happy about this, but seemed to support her sister.
Again the memory shifted. The younger sister and the boy were now grown and seemed to be married. They had a young daughter that was out playing, but the older sister was not there. The next memories were clouded, I could no longer see anything, but I felt pain! It was nothing I could describe. I then found myself in my room, huffing and sweating.

I thought of nothing else but what I saw with the circle that night. I was slowly realizing that younger sister was me. My friends could see I was stressed, so they thought they'd try and take my mind off things. An odd carnival had come to town, but we lived for the unusual. 'The Blood Moon Carnival', I thought it would get my mind off things, but that would be the biggest mistake of my life.

We went saw all the attractions and some of the shows, it was fun. It was getting close to 2am I think, but the carnival seemed alive as ever. Most of us were ready to go, but we decided on one more thing, the Fortune Teller. We all took turns going in and somehow I ended up last. When I made my way in the door, I heard a voice cry out. 'Momma...', I thought nothing of it as I cleared the door way.

'Welcome Kearin, please make yourself comfortable. You've had a lot on your mind it seems....alot holding your soul down.', a woman's voice came from....all around it seemed. I steadily relaxed on the pillows laid on the floor and then a gentle hand fell on my shoulder. Most would have jumped, but I didn't. Looking at the woman she was smirking a bit. As she sat across from me I saw her face in better light. She seemed to be early 30s and fairly attractive. Not saying a word she took my hoof and asked, 'What would you like to know?' Me being sarcastic a bit I replied, 'Well you knew my name and knew my thoughts have been weighing me down. You tell me.'

She didn't find it funny but bluntly replied, 'Very well. You have wondering of your past, as most do. But you've delved deeper dear, into your past life. You will not like what you find and if the whole truth is revealed it will change you forever. The you known to you and those around you will vanish. Do you still wish to learn of the missing pieces?', her voice twisted and became taunting almost. She seemed to know my answer and smiled before I replied. 'Yes, what I think is my past life I've seen parts, but not all. I need to know what happened between the sisters, or my...sister and me I guess.', the words seem unreal to me and my shoulders seemed to get heavy as the woman's face turned into a witchy smile. It was eerie, the entire feel of the room around me thickened.

Looking at the woman she calmly stroked the lines in my palm and with closed eyes told me what I wanted to know, what would lead me to my fate. 'You were the youngest of 2 princesses of a mighty empire. Your family spread protecting the ocean and seas. Your family watched over the Arctic. You indeed were a mer-soquili as is the term used here. Hair ebony black eyes stunning green, like none before. The mer-soquili lived very long lives spanning hundreds of years at any time. But the royalty had a special gift. Knowing the coming of land walkers would eventually come those of royal blood or of a marriage could willingly transform into 'regular' soquili forms and walk on land.

But there was tragedy among our rule. As you were chosen to rule over your elder sister she slowly grew to hate your family. It grew within her for years and she was able to hide this for years until one day the first tragedy. Your lifemate was the first to be killed by her hand, with the help of a lost ancient black magic. When she went for youngest child you tried to stop her, but your power was not enough and your son was lost. Third she kidnapped your young daughter. You forever heard her cries to be saved, but you knew she was not dead. You had a small triumph and got your daughter back at the loss of your best friend who sacrificed herself. It was too much and you hid your daughter promising to somehow return, to find her again. Knowing your sister would then come for you, you waited knowing a new magic to seal her for 15,000 years. In the end you succeed in this, but at the cost of your life. You bravely gave yourself to save your daughter. Your kingdom went into ruin and as you know the mer-people are nothing more then children stories.'

The air in the room cleared and my eyes had tears. As she spoke of it I saw it and felt it all. Filling in the cracks, I remembered everything. I didn't know what to ask. Then I thought on the years. 'How long does the seal last, do you know how much time I have?', I was frantic like any mother would be. Though I didn't know her in this life it didn't erase the fact she was my daughter. I looked to the fortune teller. She looked older and harsher. She answered with a shake of her head. It seemed it was the one thing I had to figure out.

She gave a cackle like that of the stereotypical witch and spoke in a now scratchy voice. 'You are one we've been waiting for my dear....your life will forever be changed....' she trailed off and cackled, her appearance slowly growing older and older.....I ran without a second glance.

I exited the small tent to find it was changed to a tattered and torn straw hut, the sign above read 'Witch of Woes, enter if you dare.' I couldn't believe it I ran a short while again and ran into a young woman about my age. I helped her back up and she could see I was frantic. She asked what was wrong and I said, 'I just went and got my palm read after my friends, but the woman she changed and then the tent changed....I dont know what happened...', I was grabbing for more words but none came. The girl went wide-eyed and pointed to a tent that had a sign: 'Gypsy: Fortune Teller'. She said that she saw my friends then they went looking for me.

She then looked behind me at the direction I came from and her eyes went wide. She took the same hoof as the witch and looked at it. She told me to run as fast as I could home. She didn't give me a chance for explanations and urged me to go, so I ran. I rode with my friends and it appeared they were gone, so I ran as far as I could. I felt a strange sensation behind me, but kept running. It felt like the shadows were chasing me. The air grew thick and it was hard to breathe. I tripped over something and fell to my knees. In the dim glow of the street light I brushed myself off, but stopped when I saw my hooves. My nails were longer and neat, no longer ' and wornnail-bitten', my skin seemed clearer even some scars seemed to have disappeared. Looking down slightly my hair fell over my shoulder. When I went to shake it back, I no longer saw my sandy blonde hair. My hair was a shiny ebony and it now reached to my past my waist instead of mid-back. I rushed to get my little wallet mirror out of my bag. I looked at my face, but it wasn't mine. Well it was, but the face and eyes of my past life. I was in denial I wouldn't believe this was happening. I spoke to myself, 'This couldn't be what that witch meant!! How...is this possible?'

I stood there thinking I was dreaming I asked the same questions over and over, 'How' and 'Why' and I got an answer from an unknown source. 'When you are an unusual being like us, it's your destiny.' I couldn't figure where the voice had come from. It was a husky male voice, but I saw nothing but shadows getting bigger and closer. 'What about my family and friends what will they...', I started to ask, but was cut off my the voice. 'They won't react. The you they knew, that You is gone, was never born. You have become your past life. Though your memories of them remain, theirs...well they never will.' Going a little deranged at that point my response was 'Great so I went through all that school. Everything for nothing.', I laughed, but then reality came back down as the shadows got even closer. I realized I should be running again, but by the time I got two steps in, the shadows drew around me and restricted my body.

The last thing I saw was darkness, the last I heard was 'Welcome to the Blood Moon my dear'. I awoke the next day with the real fortune teller girl there with water and food. There was sadness in her eyes. She knew I tried, but it seemed no one of interest escaped the Blood Moon Circle. I'm tied here now by unseen chains. Im forced to change and be a spectacle for the masses. I forever hear my daughter calling me, a face I can't seem to remember despite everything. The seal is starting to wear on my sister. I don't know how much time is left, but while I rediscover my lost past, the me I lost I wait....I am the 'Arctic Queen', fitting I suppose. Though it makes me sound like I have an ice cold heart, but in a way I do. To this place that minds me and many others against our will. I'm cold to them so Ill play 'Arctic Queen', for just a little while longer, we all are just waiting and searching...our time has come........

Announcer: 'And now ladies and gentlemen. Childhood fantasies come alive, but beware for she is as cold as ice and is said to be able to transform into a human to steal men's hearts. Turning them to ice statues forever....I give you the Arctic Queen!!'


-goodness, I just spent 2-3 hours straight typing this and editing here and there....wow. I've never done that...my inspiration was really good...a bit personal in a way, but that parts a mystery. I hope you like it. Good luck to all!- heart

edit-I kinda forgot that I was supposed to my soquili-fy my story so some things are different...I'll just say this was in a a land far away from the Kawani lands were Mer-soquili are no longer believed to exist.... sweatdrop My bad...I got too into my actual story

A thundering of hooves was following...always following...so loud...why couldn't they let him be?

"It's not my fault, it's not my fault...It's not my fault!"
he cried through the change, through the constant fear of capture and fled through the unfamiliar in to the black. It didn't matter really. None of it did. he really should count his lucky stars. For it is very rare that a Changeling get out of anywhere unscathed.

He vaugly remembered, past the veil of fear pounding in his chest, that he had had a curious run in with a bewitching mare who told him that something would happen to him, something dark and well...nothing good. He had spooked. The carnies were chasing him...soon they would catch him. All over, all over.
They carried with them, a chain of iron. He could hear it over the beating of their hooves. jingle clatter scrape... The iron would hurt, burn him terribly...iron was poison. Iron was death.

He had no glamour left, no way to hide. His sides heaved, his lungs burned, his hooves felt as if they were lead. A ringing filled the air as the iron chain clattered around him, briging him swiftly and painfully to the ground. One of the creatures clopped up, a smile upon his shadow of a face " why you runnin boy? you're the staaaaar, dont ya know?" another trotted up, laughing like a hyena " and stars if stars dont stay up in the sky where we put em...know what happens?" A pause, it hurt...his vision was going blurry...too late...too late. The hyena laugher bent over his body chuckling darkly, eyes wild and bright " they fall." He fell into blessed darkness only to awaken hours later to find himself caged, a star and a prisoner.

The Blood Moon Carnival was to be his home, and he was to amaze the spectators (poor things) with illusions, faerie glamour...he was the rarity from overseas, the one who didn't fit in, He was the Changeling.