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Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 02:48 (1 Year ago)
` 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓼 `
Dear children, you are familiar with stories, are you not?
A story begins in a land, far off from our own. Vast fields rippling with yellows and greens and stacked with intricate castles and kingdoms of what would be a human child's fancy. A land where, unlike ours, good and evil are drawn in clear, precise lines. The side that wins is the one who is good, and the side that loses is the one at who human children must scowl. Winners and losers are the only thing that matters in a story.
Very good! But today is not about a tale intended to whisper morals into a child's ear, good children. Today, we are to discuss those who create those stories.
Do not misinterpret my words, my good students. I do not mean mortal men like Hans Andersen, or the Grimm Brothers, nor do I mean any great disrespect to their marvels. No, I mean their true writers. Beyond the fae and beyond the line of human memory. Our very creators, whom you, dear children will be the only mortals to know.
Whisked away as children, plucked from your mother's breast, and dropped into our arms; you have become the lens into the gods who have structured our world's perspective of good and evil. You are to perfect today's stories. Make good and evil exactly as our creators intended. Your purpose is nobler than any one you may have enjoyed as a human. You have become the essence of truth and righteousness.
You have all reached sixteen years of age. From here out, you will begin your mentorship. You are expected to fix the stories told today from the inside out, ensuring that they maintain the proper standards of the gods. Upon the end of our lunar year, the strongest apprentice will graduate and absorb the role of truthkeeper, mentoring the new children twenty years from now.
A question.
What, you ask, my student, will happen to the weakest of the lot?
You are not to notice humans. Only the stories you cradle in your arms, shielding from the twisted moralities of today. What you are doing is far more important than the fate of a lot of failures. If you must know, then you may question your teacher. But I doubt she will tell you more than me.
Please step into the portal. The realm awaits you on the other side.
I expect great things from you.
Please do our Gods proud.
Adrik Volkov
Truthkeeper Adrik.
Nothing fit together. He wasn't smart or talented or special. There was no title with the name Adrik. Just little shy Adrik and his little obsession with colours.
And even in the literal sense, ignoring the context that'd been ground into him his whole life. He wasn't a "truth keeper".
How could that title be given to a liar?
How could they tell him that he was one of them, when he'd been the bottom of his class his whole life?
Felt sorry for me, more likely than not, he thought miserably. He'd shown no sign of attunement to literature or the gods above. He couldn't understand symbolism or signs or meaning or anything. There was no reason for them to select him for anything but pity.
The portal was wide open. No one had stepped through yet. The caretaker stood primly, her inhuman yellow eyes tracking your every movement.
Waiting.
Watching.
Wanting to see who wanted to take the first move.
They'd fought so hard, waited so long- and here was the trigger point. Would taking the step forward show arrogance or diligence? Pride or pragmatism? Right or wrong?
No one wanted to move.
No one wanted to make the wrong call.
Adrik would stay in the middle of the crowd. Someone else could take that first step. If it was credit they wanted, it was credit they could get.
The losers couldn't take chances.
"Go," the woman whispered.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 02:57 (1 Year ago)
No one was taking a single step forward yet, nor does Ayran want to either. He doesn't want to nor does he think he is ready t take on this burden.
Once they enter this portal, everything they've been working towards, what would they become, would they be for naught. He doesn't know, because he is unsure, he is unwilling to take a step forward first.
Ayran usually is a smart, quick-witted kid, who is mischievous and will always smile, but he just couldn't right now. His muscles are tense, observing every move he could see from the people beside him. 'Are they ready for this, no, am I ready for this?' Ayran asked to himself.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:02 (1 Year ago)
"What are you fools waiting for, eh? If there's a portal, the obvious decision is to go through it, innit?"
Kendo took another step forward, or backwards, I guess.
"Honestly, y'all. We've been training for this moment. Just go through the [gosh-darned] portal."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:04 (1 Year ago)
Kaori was a smart girl, sure. But she was not brave. And she would not go through the portal first.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:08 (1 Year ago)
Ayran stepped forward next, and looked at the others, "Y'know he's not wrong. We've been waiting for this! C'mon!" Ayran smiled mischievously like he always does with others, twirling his prized rubix cube in his fingertips smoothly, and was right beside of Kendo waiting for the others to brace themselves and come forward.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:21 (1 Year ago)
Touhou 7: Perfect Cherry Blossom - Necrofantasia
[Yukari Yakumo's Theme, Prog Remix by NyxTheShield]
Aki clutched his jacket tightly.
Part of him wanted to forget about any dangers or risks and enter the portal. He was a curious person, after all, but the logical solution would be to wait for someone to enter it first and then determine whether it was safe or not.
He bit his lip and stared at Kendo expectantly, distancing himself from the group.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:23 (1 Year ago)
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:25 (1 Year ago)
"Welp. Here goes nothing!"
He stepped through the portal, not seeming worried at all.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 03:29 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 18:39 (1 Year ago)
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 18:42 (1 Year ago)
Touhou 7: Perfect Cherry Blossom - Necrofantasia
[Yukari Yakumo's Theme, Prog Remix by NyxTheShield]
Aki rolled his eyes and attempted to reason with himself.
I...guess they wouldn't try to kill us. But there's always the chance that they would...
...Whatever. I'm going anyway.
Aki carefully stepped through the portal, making sure to keep himself in a defendable position when he emerged on the other side.
Posted: Sun, 27/11/2022 18:46 (1 Year ago)
He looked back at everyone who hasn't gone through, and then at the portal again. He waited for a few seconds before hesitantly following behind Aki. This could completely change our lives as we know it...It's weird to think about it.
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 00:52 (1 Year ago)
"[REDACTED]! ow!"
He got up, dusting the dirt off of his jacket. he looked around.
"... What the [REDACTED] is this place?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 01:00 (1 Year ago)
"[QUACK]! IT HURTS!"
Ayran: TwT
Ayran stumbled as he stood up, rubbing his poor butt that just had been tortured with one hand and examined his rubix cube with the other.
"Don't ask me, I don't [QUACK] know." Ayran grumbled and sighs in relief when he saw his rubix cube was unscathed.
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 01:26 (1 Year ago)
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 01:33 (1 Year ago)
"...yeah, where are we?"
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 01:35 (1 Year ago)
Kendo shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing around.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 01:40 (1 Year ago)
She bent down and looked at the grass. "And the grass isn't pink enough" she added with a frown.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 01:46 (1 Year ago)
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess
Posted: Mon, 28/11/2022 03:42 (1 Year ago)
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓬𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓷
Mercy took a hesitant step towards the portal. She knew she was strong, that if this was some sort of cutthroat test to weed out failures, she would be ready. That knowledge brought her to no comfort. In part, she knew there was a certain level of worrying that should be done in such a unique situation. Mostly, though, it was her brain being stubborn. It knew that she would be fine, but it didn't care.
Another few hesitant steps, and she was through the portal. Her brain swirled with both nausea and anxiety. She lifted her bowed head, taking in the scene. Trying to gauge the urgency or lack thereof.