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JabberWhut didn't know why he was at the lake again. He just knew that he had been tired from fighting giant snakes all day and though his wounds and hp were all back to prime condition, he still felt weary and he had started to wander. And then baaam, he found himself at the lake again. He stared down at its watery depths, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he shouldn't have come this way again, but it hadn't been a conscious decision because he would have gone to hang out with some cheshire cats instead.

He squatted before the water. Well, he was here again, wasn't he? He could deal with whatever would come.

The voices came again.

4. Death

He was back at his grandfather's funeral. Everyone was dressed in customary white and the air stank of incense. There was the beating of the drums as white petals fell over the gathering march.

Grandfather had been a great demon. His death had left the family solemn.

JabberWhut was tagging along behind his older sister. She was holding his hand as tears fell from her face. She had been Grandfather's favorite. He must have been no more than seven at the time. His little face showed more shock than grief. He had been scared of the tears, the wails, the drums. He had thought that Grandfather was just going to sleep.

There was the beating of the drums again, everyone dressed in white.

White petals on bare boughs.

The world fades.

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Theme = 20. Wishes

As the next memory rolled in he felt his muscles tighten. This was getting old, he was getting annoyed. Why wouldn't he wake up, he'd rather than remember things like this. Cursing mentally he rose a brow as a familiar head of curls came into view.

Holding a picture of him and Rosy, Spinar sat on his bed. He had hid it, mostly since he knew his father would rip it to shreds if he saw it. She wasn't a demon, she was a ghost but they were only friends. Fairly new friends but he couldn't help but think about her often. He reasoned it was because she was such a jacking good casketball player and that was enough for his mind at the time.

Glancing over the picture he pushed it back under his mattress before staring up to his ceiling. " I wish I could get out of here, but that's not proper is it?" He grinned then added on a glance to a bird cage in his room, "I wish also that Ed get's sick, stupid bird." Laughing he rolled on his side and shut his eyes, "I wish...to have more fun."

"Hey kid." he followed his ball tail swishing and fire burning high when he heard the voice.

"Hey kid, come here."

He wandered over and stared up at the demon, lounging on top of a brick wall. "Hi!"

"Kid, I want you to do something. You see that path? At the end of it is a house. There is a box i there, I want you to get."

Andrew stared down the path a bit confused. "Ahhhh sure. but what do I get?" he had to get something right?

"I'll give you 10 pumpkin seeds, you just got to get the box."

It sounded like a deal to him.

He nodded and strayed down the path, leaving his ball by the demon.

HDM approached the lake with some level of lifted spirits. So far he was handling the transition well and it was easy enough to move about and explore. The Lake looked like a good place to be. Kneeling down, he chuckled and looked down into the water...

--- Death ---

"Are you sure you have to go?" Zel had said, tugging lightly on his parent's armor as they gathered up their chains and other gear before their trip. "Is it really important that you have to go?"

His father turned slowly, dropping to a knee and gently headbutting his son against his newly growing horns. It was a sign of closeness and comfort for Cornugons. Often mistaken for dominance games. "Yes, with your grandfather dead, it is up to us and the rest of the adults in the formation to decide who will lead. We won't be gone long Aezeloth, be strong and guard the house while we are away."

Zel nodded, sighing a bit. "Why did Grandpa have to die...."

His mother approached then, ruffling his close cut hair with her claws. "All things have their time, Aezeloth, even Demons like us. After a time we cease to be - that is the way of things. But until we that day, it is our goal to serve the formation."

"Okay..." Zel sighed, before watching his parents depart...

-- Hiding --

Zel held perfectly still, curling his wings and tail around him as tightly as possible. He tried his best not to breath too loudly, practically holding it as he waited for his searcher to past his hiding spot. It was his hope that she would not notice the door to the dresser slightly propped open, to allow him a bit of light to see by. It wasn't like he could have covered himself in clothing - that would have been obvious.

So far the game was tied, so it was his hope that he could win this round and take the win. It wasn't really important for him to win or any of that - he just wanted to make sure he was able to tell Xyra that he was a better hider than she was.

Bragging rights really.

Of course, he was so lost in thought that he was completely surprised when the door to the dresser opened and he was face to face with Xyra.

"FOUND YOU!" She giggled, tagging him right in the forehead with a finger. "You're it!"

-- Fear --

Zel hadn't quite been sold on this being a good idea in the first place - but his father had insisted they go on a camping trip together, to spend some quality time away from the house. Zel didn't mind spending time with his father - but now he was starting to regret it.

He was lost, completely alone in the middle of some wasteland that he didn't know up from left. Each step caused him to get only more and more lost.

The sun was setting - that's probably what brought on the fear. The thought of being left exposed on the open waste to the mercy of anything wandering nearby... Dissipation didn't normally frighten Zel too much - there were pumpkin patches aplenty at home - but here?

He wasn't even sure there was one within 100 miles.

He hadn't seen any.

He started to run then, toward what he thought was camp - toward what he thought might be something akin to civilization. Only to stumble, and falter with fear as he saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye. He started to panic, thrashing at what he thought might be an attacker.

Only to have his hands be batted aside and his shoulders gently grasped by familiar hands.

It was his father. He had been found...



(( Quest Complete! ))

F3V3RDR3AM heard voices. They sounded so happy. She kept her expression empty, and followed the sound: was there something worth knowing, wherever those voices were coming from? Something she could benefit from? And lo and behold, it led her to the water's edge: a lake whose surface looked mirror smooth, until she looked inside and saw the reflection of someone's face.

Before she could retreat, or escape, she was already being drawn into a memory. Or, more accurately, she was drawn into two halves of a memory:

She saw a version of herself, promising something. You don't have to be alone, any more. She saw that version walk away, sad, angry; how could it die, when she lived on? What made it so that this pathetic version of her remained, and the strong, happy one faded into only memory? Reality did. Reality chose who was whom and who stayed when all the cards were played. The shadow version of herself promised something to her that day. If she could find those students she would be stronger, more herself.

Her memory warped around the events that followed, funneling her to prom. She was looking at a bowl of punch, and she was hurt, she felt empty. She felt despair. But it wasn't worth anything, because no matter what she did, she couldn't remember why.

F3V3R came out of the memory that was a dream as quickly as she could, trying to lean away from the lake, but her fingers still trailed the surface without her meaning to.

[[ 1 / 3 : despair ]]

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She had never known anyone who had died.

F3V3R had come to consciousness in the Haunted House, from a painting on the wall. She didn't know anything about who she had been, where she'd come from, or if she'd ever been anyone else at all. She simply became, and was. It was difficult at first, to feel nothing for anyone and have no opinions of her own. She didn't really connect with the school, she lashed out a lot.

She had learned to fit in a lot better. "Would it hurt me, if someone died?" she whispered. And she remembered. She pictured that day on the field, when everyone was being weaponized. A simulation for the games, but one that had terrified her nonetheless. She had died, in that moment. They had all died. And there was no stopping it.

F3V3R knew that she never wanted to die. She would do whatever she could to live forever.

[[ 2 /3; Death ]]

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