5. UnbreakableIt was only after the familiars' journeys had reached an end did Muffin realize it. There was a bond between Muffin and the goddess. Muffin knew where her powers came from, and after breaking the seal on her necklace, she knew that she could never go back to the way things were. So when the goddess appeared again, and offered her hand to take Muffin back to where she came from, Muffin accepted.
"You've been good friends," she said to them," But there's nothing else keeping me here. Maybe I'll come back to visit. Thank you,"
So she and the goddess went home. Muffin found a place where she fit in, and learned about her heritage. She did come back to visit, though. By this time, the familiars had gotten stronger. Perhaps as strong as Muffin had been when she first met them. And as for Muffin, she finally had peace and hope. That's the end of this tale, but th
4. RivalryIt had been months since the Othello Community College had been attacked. Months since several students returned to the Tree of Divinity. Her class was graduating. Her dear pupils were hitting the pantheons to seek careers in the Beyond. So she was joined on stage by a professor from a rival college.
"Cerest," he said.
"Ross," she said.
The owl man took his seat with faculty assembled from all over the Nine.
She hoped her students would choose as she had, but knew that the whispers of the Other were cunning and powerful.
She braced herself, and waited for what would happen next. As the students walked across the stage, they picked up bits of gold from a box, and then ascended to their heritage: eternity.
There was no bitterness between Ross and Cerest. Millenia ago, they had been friends. Cerest would continue to train the next generation, and hope that one day the war would end, and all her brothers and sisters would re
3.Making HistoryI came from a mage family. My eldest sister chose the gift of transmutation. Not wanting a power limited only to corruption and destruction, I chose creation. I had to be careful. If any of my creations was too strong, or too hungry, I would have a short career as a magician.
Years later, I created a whole realm. I did it slowly, carefully, methodically. I created a pond of fish, and prepared for a greater working.
"Guardian of the stream, spirit of the ripples, come forth, Mizuchi," I said.
The water formed a shadow, and then was disturbed as a snake formed of ice reared its head.
How intelligent did I make it? Was it dangerous? I was still learning. It looked at me, and then returned to the bottom of the pond. Now the pond and fish would flourish, and I proceeded to my next task. I had a whole world to populate with fantastic things. I knew the satisfaction no amount of transmuted metal or eruptin
2. ComplicatedIt had been weeks since Fen rescued her new friends, days since she convinced them to hide out by hiring themselves out as familiars. Just now they were completing an errand for her master. They visited a nearby sorcerer, and got a book from him. Fen didn't think anything about it until they were halfway back home. Then something happened. The book got warm all of a sudden, then her whole body felt like she was burning. She dropped the book, and then she felt mana gather. It was the same scent as right before the disaster that nearly killed her friends.
Suddenly someone appeared in front of them. "So you are the goddess I smelled when I failed to shift."
Fen felt her pulse racing. "I am,"
"We regret the trouble we have caused your friends. When we failed to shift, we panicked and our power wiped the surroundings clean of life," It said. Fen wasn't sure what gender the creature
IntroductionThe Weaver looked over his files again before the meeting. The human element was the one thing that surprised him in his job. The best person had a little darkness, and the worst had just a little light. However, now was not the time to contemplate such things. His new recruits would be here in 12 breaths, which was longer in dreaming than waking, but still, his time was running out.
The first player was a machine spirit. From Sam's recent activites, it seemed he was starting to seek out his heritage as a spirit, although what that meant exactly remained to be seen.
The second was the avatar of dischord. Well, maybe not the avatar, as she claimed. Maybe she was a trickster demigod, or a rogue familiar or something. Fen Gal, when properly motivated, was the most resourceful goddess he had come across. Her only problem was her obsession with creating mischief. Still, when she wan
Thinly VeiledAfter sacrifice, toil, and a long dark twilight of the soul, Silivren had done it. He had moved from the old life. It cost him everything save his own consciousness, perhaps soul was a better word.
And he had gained, through the sacrifice of the Founder, everything. A city, brothers and sisters, power, glory, everything. He wasn't the same. There was no ambition, no greed, just.. contenment. It wasn't about what he had gained. It was about the one he had come to know. The First Born Mage, millenia ago, had given his all to offer his kind, indeed, all kinds, restoration, redemption. He rewrote the code of the fallen universe as he did. With his dying breath, he descended to death, and arose. Seated in the love of the Father of all, he waited for the code to rewrite itself.
He had recruited them. Not the most powerful, influential, intelligent. Through a sca
Hitoshura Wandering 1Hito walked through woods at night. It was Halloween. He had just finished giving aid to a couple of Elites in need of his help. He was searching the vortex world, wandering all over it. He found a group of fairies nearby. They were jack-o-lanterns in capes with gloves, each carrying a small lantern by which to see.
Garm looked at Hito and whined, "What do you want to do? Go around them?"
Hito smiled and said, " Or I could make myself a new buddy-bud,"
Garm's tongue lolled as he gave the closest thing he could to a sigh.
Hito approached the group, readying a quick mabufu, his most powerful area attack with ice.
"Hello there. What's up?"
The jack-o-lanterns turned to look at him, and then approached. Either he would get burned to a smoldering wick or anything number of other things might happen. He tried to look brave.
"Not much. What do you want?" one of them said. Hito noticed