Prompts

There was a knock on the door. "Enter", Samsara called, without looking up from the countless boxes and crates before her, sorting all kinds of supplies. "Uhm... is this the donation place?" Samsara looked up and saw a young man trying to hide within the doorframe. "Yes!" "I don't have much", he muttered, looking down. "Every bit helps", Samsara assured him with a smile. He nodded and rolled a travelling suitcase into the room. "You acce...

“... No one is safe from their weapons unless they wish to infect them…” “... she’s trying to get me to leave the Verdant Kingdom until it is resolved.” “... I do not k...

Styx frowned, unsure of what to think of the news she was receiving. She did not particularly care about Aerius itself, but her friend Sedna had made a home there. So naturally, she worried about her and her partner.  Styx gently stroke the feathers of Alecto. The scavenger bird had been a present from Sedna. Styx had no idea how she had obtained her, but she very much appreciated the gift. Alecto, despite her fierce naming patreon, turned out to be a total sweetheart. Her greatest go...

Akiko sat on the porch facing the koi pond. The smallest movement of the heavy, humid air rustled through the nearby cherry tree. Golden light of the late afternoon painted intricate patterns on the waves. The water's surface was calm, and only formed ripples were the stream of fresh water trickled into it or when the sōzu tilted over. It's rhythm gave the scenery a sense of passing time.  Akiko's eyes were looking on the direction of the pond, but her gaze was not fixed on it or any...

Ulrike was used to hearing a voice in her head. She called this part Wolf, in accordance to the shape with which they manifested. She wouldn't call herself insane, although she knew others would if they knew. As far as she was concerned, Wolf was a steady companion, but as far as Ulrike could tell, they could not read her thoughts, unless she wanted to talk to them. It was hard to put into words.  Ever since Ulrike learned about the war on Aerius, Wolf refused to shut up. "We m...

As soon as Kuutar learned about the war in Aerius, she felt a heavy tiredness overcoming her, that reached deep to her bones. She could see how livid Hathor was, but there was not even a spark of anger inside her. She was so very weary. It had been centuries since she last participated in fighting, back before she met her current partner. Back when she was with her former partner. They had been a good team, at least on the outside. But she had felt numb on the inside. Tired. Exhausted. Deeply...

Hathor thought of herself as someone kind and forgiving.  As someone who would offer others second chances or the benefit of doubt. She was also a very passionate person. When she loved, she loved entirely, wholeheartedly. When she hated, she would not forgive.<span;> It was rare that she reached this point though. She tried to not get enraged easily. But this, right here? This was it. This crossed the line. Wars were never pretty, she knew that. No war was without casualty,  s...

Momme noticed him during his spare breaks. He was one of those soldiers who had returned from the battlefield with grey, empty eyes. Momme had seen these eyes more often than he liked, but something about this soldier in particular piqued his interest. He always kept himself distanced from the others, but it wasn't the comfortable solitude that Snorre had perfected. Momme was empathic enough to recognise self-enhancing loneliness. "Can I sit here?" he asked, but before he received an a...

So far, Félicie had avoided hearing too much about the war among the Dextrolumas. It was an internal affair, she told herself. There was simply no point in getting invested. It was happening far away and she couldn't do anything anyway to influence its course. With no outside meddling involved by the aggressors, wouldn't it be kind of... wrong to attempt to tip the scales?  Yet no matter how hard Félicie tried to ignore the news, these information always seemed to find her. New repo...

"Got you!" Frauke announced grimly, and held up her knife. The blade's sharp edge glistened in the light. The purple and black blighted mushroom before her stood no chance. But thanks to Blossom, Frauke had learned that removing the visible fruiting body was not enough to really get rid of them. The vast network underground was the real issue. Still, making sure no spores were further released was a vital aspect of cleaning up the area. It had only recently been reclaimed by the forces of the...

When there was a war in one of her novels, the heroines were always brave, resourceful, and incredibly supportive. Some of them even joined their respective army, although most stayed behind and managed the accompanying shortage of supplies miraculously well. Somehow they often could send surplus to the frontlines. Frauke had always imagined she would be like them. But now that there was an actual war that nobody had seen coming, she didn't know what to do. Most news had a very reassur...

Snorre was hiding underneath a thicket near a gurgling river. It was a good spot, the sounds of his presence were covered by the gurgling of water. Unlike Momme, he had not signed up to join the army of Verdant Kingdom. Not even this war could change his deep-rooted dislike for authorities. But there were other options, fortunately. Partisan groups an guerilla squads were defending the attacked areas in their own ways.  Snorre didn't know much about the inner workings of the Corrupt a...

Ashe was keeping up with the latest battles more closely than the average person would suspect. She had asked for constant updates, and while she was happy that the Verdant Kingdom was in a favorable position, she knew she could not afford to rest.    “Did you hear? The Verdant Kingdom won another battle.” Diana sat across from Ashe’s desk. “Your formation plan worked like a charm.” Instead of looki...

Momme knew he was lucky. He was part of the supply logistics of the Verdant Kingdom's forces and not stationed near the current front line. Of course he received news from it, but far worse than hearing about the horrors that happened, was seeing their ghosts. They came in many shapes and forms, from wounded fugitives who barely carried more than the clothes on their backs, to heartbreakingly despaired questions about relatives and loved ones, to returning soldiers. The latter was the spookie...

Word of mouth travelled quickly among the residents and visitors of the Verdant Kingdom. Snorre found himself being well informed about what was going on, even though he always travelled lightly and with as little possessions as he could. With a vast and stable network of friends and acquaintances, he had no need for a phone to stay informed. The news he received were hopeful, but overall still horrible. It was of course a big relief that the army of Verdant Kingdom had been able to obtain an...

Ruby laid motionlessly on the floor of the camouflaged tree house. It was meticulously constructed to look natural and was ever so slightly enchanted to amplify that appearance, without being noticable to most magic affine creatures. Ruby had exchanged her typically red clothes for greenish-grey patterned ones, that looked as if the tailor had attempted to create clothes outside the regular threedimensional space. The very irregular shapes and random fringes blended her shape with her ...

To say that Phoebe was livid over the news of the war would be an understatement. She was furious that the corrupt Queen Morgana dared to break peace with an attack like that. She was angry that so many lives were going to get wasted, that families and communities were torn apart already, be it because of flight or, even worse, because of an attack. She also blamed the army of the Blighted Wild for Samsara's panic attack, which made her even more enraged. Worst of all was the lack of a...

The rain had taken away the bite of the fires, rending what was left of the blazing inferno to embers that kindled under the shelter of collapsed roofs. It had washed away most of the remaining blood and debris, funneling back down into the ocean and staining the water a muddy grey. Even through the pelting rain, the strong stench of smouldering wood and charcoal perforated the air. The blighted militia had moved on, heading forward through the deep wood to reach the Haven, burning ...