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Huntsmaid
Level 60
The Kind-Hearted
Joined: 8/23/2013
Threads: 3
Posts: 97
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 6:55 PM Post #41
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Huntsmaid
Level 60
The Kind-Hearted
Joined: 8/23/2013
Threads: 3
Posts: 97
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 6:56 PM Post #42
Better safe than sorry
Streak
Level 60
Trickster
Joined: 7/17/2013
Threads: 10
Posts: 148
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 9:08 PM Post #43
Start Anew
Most likely, you never wondered where sylesti essences came from. This is how they truly come into existence.
You know those sylesties you released, either by accident or intentionally? The ones you defeated in battle? They aren't just sent back to the wild, for other players to battle or capture. Sylestia takes them into its deep recesses of code. There is where everything truly starts. First, the sylesties are drained of color, and their number of genotype points are catalogued. Then, sylesti souls are combined and ripped apart to achieve the correct number of points per essence. After, they are melted down into the correct essence form and shipped off to players who got lucky or paid in diamonds. However, even after they are created, the ones who had owners retain their memories. Their original coding still exists. They remember the colors, genes, and mutations they used to have. They remember the owner who set them free, thinking they would merely run off and live happily in the wild. They feel different ways about their pasts. Some are pleased to have a new master to be with and some are heartbroken that they were sent away by the humans they trusted. But they all know that this is their chance to start anew.
Selestial
Level 75
Trickster
Joined: 7/9/2013
Threads: 184
Posts: 3,416
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 10:00 PM Post #44
@Ethel, @99echosong99, @Silentmaid, @Flute, @LightningStorms, @Blueloverw, @Firanziavice, @Marsandin, @Huntsmaid,

All of you have reserved posts but no stories! Just a reminder that this contests ends tomorrow, so get your entries in as soon as possible! I'm not sure what time I'll be judging tomorrow, I'm afraid, likely later in the evening, so you'll have a decent amount of time tomorrow to get everything finalized!
Crystal25152
Level 66
Trickster
Joined: 8/31/2013
Threads: 365
Posts: 8,887
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 10:03 PM Post #45
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Flute
Level 70
Enchanted Explorer
Joined: 1/12/2013
Threads: 340
Posts: 12,946
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 10:13 PM Post #46
Working on it~ ;w;
I'm scared I'll go over my limit...I think I'm around 750~ words and I'm not even done. ;A;
Flute
Level 70
Enchanted Explorer
Joined: 1/12/2013
Threads: 340
Posts: 12,946
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 10:17 PM Post #47
edit! accidentally posted. ;w; brb!

story starts riiight...here.
Edited By 1127 on 9/14/2013 at 10:19 PM.
Blueloverw
Level 61
Joined: 3/16/2013
Threads: 25
Posts: 404
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 10:23 PM Post #48
hey sorry ima have to back out I was halfway done when for somereaso n it deleted it.. so ima give it up but thanks for th opportunity though
Crystal25152
Level 66
Trickster
Joined: 8/31/2013
Threads: 365
Posts: 8,887
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 10:44 PM Post #49

The Lone Warrior.
Once there lived a warrior who belong to a kingdom name Sylestia. She was mad. Really mad for what The Lord had done to his family. The Lord himself was a mean devil who had killed thousands, millions, even billions of innocent people!
The lone warrior decided to travel. But to where? To the east, he would see Kalia, a kingdom of riches. But the warrior did not want to be rich. But to the south, she would find a place where everyone loved to work all day.. Their kingdom's name was Tradola. But to the west, stood Aylisa. The kingdom of kindness. Everyone there was peasants, but kind.
So the warrior went west. She knew it would be a long journey. So, at night, she crept into his old home. She for here bow and arrow, her sword, ax, and torch. Then, she bought a strong sack to carry some food and water. She also put in her mother's necklace, her father's badge, and her sister's doll. She also packed some hay, oats, and apples for her horse, Spirit. She saddled Spirit and took off.
The next day, she found small village. It belong to fairies. The fairies were kind to the warrior and gave her magic healing potions, some magical food, a shield, and bonjaberry juice. She told the fairies she was traveling to Aylisa. Then, some fariries gasped. And screamed! Slowly, the warrior turned around. She a monster. A monster from Sylestia to get her. It spotted fire at her! She dodged, but the fire put a tree on fire! Quickly, the fairies poured water on the tree. But then, the monster ran! But why? Then a fairy spilled water on the beast. It vanished! Well, since it was fire, it must hate water! she thought. She thanked the fairies for their help and vanished into the night.

At last! Glory be! She was in Aylisa! Then, lots of people tried to attack her! Oh no! she thought. What did I do?!
Then Lord Araboa came through the angry mob. Then he spoke.

" The Lord of Sylestia says you are a vicious beast!" He boomed. " Why have you come?"

" I-I was running away from The Lord. He killed my family. I very would want to live here, my Honor." She stammered.

" Hmm... You want to live here? But we are poor poor people!" Said Lord Araboa.

" But you are kind." She answered. " You may not be rich, but The Lord was very mean."

" then you may live here." He answered. " What is your name?"

" Lijohna."

" Lijonha! Lijohna! Lijonha!" The people chanted.

I'm home, at last, thought Lijohna, the lone warrior.
Edited By 7997 on 9/15/2013 at 2:46 PM.
Lunarshinobi
Level 60
The Kind-Hearted
Joined: 3/21/2013
Threads: 93
Posts: 1,526
Posted: 9/14/2013 at 11:51 PM Post #50
Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Wind pushing a branch against a window. It had, at first, scared her out of her chair, but as time went on, she became too used to the too frequent sound that permeated her little room. She knew she could just open her window and snap the branch, freeing herself from the tapping, but she was busy with her studies, and the gardeners would trim the trees before too long, right? The campus couldn't let the trees go rampant, California's wildfires couldn't be trusted not to sneak onto the property and eat away at the dorms. She just had to deal with it until they cut it back.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

It was getting cooler, thank God. The summer heat was impossible and she refused to believe that it was anywhere near October until the leaves started turning brown from the autumn season, not from the sun burning them to death. Everything was starting to get that crisp smell that comes from transitioning from summer to winter, and everyone was starting to play that unfortunate juggling game with their sweaters, the game where it was simply too cold to leave in the morning without them and wearing them in the afternoon was guaranteeing sunstroke. It was one of her favorite games. Of course, the tree still wasn't trimmed, but the sound didn't bug her anymore. It was, comforting. Something familiar when she was struggling with learning the unfamiliar topics being shoveled at her in gargantuan amounts. Plus, who let themselves get all up in a twist over a stick?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

There was nothing more cruel than Thanksgiving. A day off to run home and gorge herself on actual food before she had fly right back an resume studies for the finals that mocked her from the weeks ahead. She got back tired and too full, her entire body heavier than she expected it to be from food alone. She toppled onto her bed, curling the sheets in her hands, relaxing only when the wind brought the branch to her window again. It was nice, and as it grew windier with the coming snows, the sound became more common. Almost like her window had a shallow heartbeat. It made her smile. She scooted closer to the window, pressing her face against the cool glass, the tap right against her ear. How wonderful. She had the best dorm in the apartment. She truly did.

Tap.

Tap.

Scrape.

Finals had been a nightmare. She barely slept at all, taking out a case of energy drinks before she even realized she bought them. Her dark circles were heavy enough to bring her entire face down with them, her eyes held a dull, nervous glaze, like she was being hunted by g.p.a.s and narrow misses. The studying had forced her into desperate isolation as she threw herself into making sure that she made it out with marks that would make people green with jealousy. Well, she was in isolation as far as talking back. She heard them, while she was studying. Whispers, quiet, and polite enough to speak in time with the taps of the wind brushed branch against her window. She never answered back, she was too busy, but they were there and it made her comfortable. It was the only thing that let her know when time was passing. Without it, she would've never gotten to class on time. How nice.

Tap.

Tap.

Scrape.

Her head hurt. She couldn't sleep. Christmas break was supposed to be relaxing, but it was torture. She felt alone, and too warm. It was always too warm. When people spoke, it was always too loud. And when they didn't, it was always to quite. Something was wrong and she wasn't sure what it was. All that she knew was that she was miserable, and she hated being where she was. She felt hollow, twitchy. Her skin began to itch and she couldn't make it stop, other than to sit in the shower, rocking as the water dripped down her face. She hated it, hated everything, hated everyone. Everything was wrong and she wanted it gone. She wanted it gone. She slept, slept until time had passed, until everything went way, everything that hurt so much.

Tap.

Tap.

Thunk.

She would've never thought that being back at school would be so great. She was happy again, bright and warm. Sure, she was still weighed down by fatigue, and she slept a lot, but still, it was so much better there. The whispering was a quiet, playful song now; it filled her ears and helped her fall asleep. Her headaches were gone, and she was just, wonderful. She didn't know when her phone last rang, or when the last time she left her room was, but she could handle her homework from her room. It was awful out here, truly awful. Everything was just loud and bright and all of the sounds were so rough and random. They didn't speak in time with a beat sounded out on frost covered glass. They just shouted as the words came to mind. It was disgusting, and they were disgusting, and she didn't need that. She just didn't.

Tap.

Tap.

Rattle.

Sometimes they came in. She stopped answering the door. They knocked and she said nothing. They knocked again and she screamed. They pounded on the door, and she threw something at it, continuing to scream until they went away. Someone had a key. They walked in, they talked to her. She stared angrily at them. They made her promise she'd go to class. She did, but she lied. She hated class. She hated them. They were monsters. She could see them, how they really were. She could see how awful they were. Their skin was ripped open. They were covered in oozing sores. Their eyes were mouths that laughed at her. She knew, and she knew that they knew, that she knew. She barricaded the door to keep them out. The monsters. The horrible monsters. She wouldn't let them get her. She refused.

Tap.

Tap.

Rattle.

They couldn't get in. They couldn't get in and it made them furious. She could hear their monstrous howls, the sound of their rotten claws gashing into her wooden door. She could hear a horrible piercing shriek, and lights that flashed, unwelcome, into her window. The song was loud now, but it was gentle still, and comforting. It made everything better. She was so scared and so angry, but it was there, and so she was okay. She pressed her face against the glass, surrounding herself in its song. She didn't want to leave it. She didn't want to forget it. If she left she'd forget. She'd forget and it would be horrible. Life would be so dull again. She would not live in a life without this song to keep her calm. And if they tried to make her, they wouldn't like it.

Tap.

Tap.

Do it.

She wanted the song inside. She wanted the song inside, with her. They could be together, and it would be great, and she would be so happy. The window was tight, she'd never been so wise before, never thought to bring it inside. How stupid she was. What a silly headed fool. She pushed and pried and finally got it cracked. She could hear them approaching. Hideous creatures. She hated them. She hated them so much. They began to break down her door, and she opened her mouth to scream, but the song stopped her. It was so sweet. So, so sweet. So beautiful. It would safe her. It would help her to be so, free. She followed it out, out, into the cold and the bright, wondrous, red, snow.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

He was lucky to get into the dorms at all. He heard rumors that something was messed up with his room, but he figured it was just the giant tree blocking his view of campus. Plus, it was a single room. How many freshmen scored single rooms? He relaxed on his bed, his brow furrowing when a tapping sound got his attention. The tree was apparently close enough for the wind to knock the branch against his window. Oh well. He'd just have to ask someone to trim it back.
Edited By 3409 on 9/15/2013 at 12:10 AM.
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