Story Time!!! ~~ Losing Myde

I wrote this when in a very tearful mood. Things will change a bit detail wise when i write the finished version, but the basic idea will remain the same for this scene.

So please enjoy and use plenty of tissues.

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It was quiet where I was, seating myself among the maps and scrolls, making notes with the ink from berries. Colors splashed across yellowing paper as though I were painting. He would laugh at me if he saw it, the intent expression I always had when I concentrated, which often caused my tongue to dry out.

This would lead to so much complaining back then, but now, I had less care about minor discomforts as I recalled places I had physically been and were they correlated on the map. Those were in a bright red. The places Sapphrin had been were in blue, and the battles were all in purple.

These things were all in my immediate focus, but something else caught my ears instead, jolting me out of my thoughts. Fingers dropped the quill and reached for my sword instead, familiar leather wrapped steel offered small comfort while I tore out of the small cabin and into the open air where I saw him.

The flying black mass was wavering dangerously, and when close enough to the ground, wings gave up and the beast landed with a resounding crash. Admittedly, I had small sympathy considering who it was.

"What are you doing here, Onyx? Did you finally come to kill me?" my voice was bitter even though it was evident that the dragon was worse for wear. Dark puckering gashes oozed fluids that were dangerous to lose, "Not that you would do a very good job."

The dragon did not respond in the way that he normally would have, instead he acted much as a child with bad news about to fess up to his parents about what a bad boy he had been, "Myde is dead."

Everything froze, my throat became like a narrow straw, grasping for air as I tried to fight for control. Shock would not overcome me and make me useless. I would not dare allow that, but my mind was having an entirely different idea about that. It would not comprehend anything other than the word, "How?"

Guilt obviously racked the poor wounded creature before me, bowing his head down to ME as he spoke to the ground. This was completely out of character for him, and I didn't want to try to figure out why as he gave his answer. I did not want to comprehend that the one person I loved was gone forever.

"While he was taking care of your sister, he had been found. I was scouting for Sapphrin,  I did not think I would have found him at all, at least not like that." This voice was low as he continued to me, making my blood grow cold at every word, "Sapphrin had been claiming that he had kidnapped your sister, I had done what I thought was right at that time."

Every muscle in my body wanted to rush forward, to gouge the eyes out of the pathetic creature and tear apart his bones piece by piece until he was no longer recognizable. Yet, my brain wanted to hear this train wreck to the finish.

A cough as the dragon continued, only daring to look up at my once before immediately dropping his gaze, "I chased him, for a human he moved quickly, and I cornered him at the cliffs. It was there that he told me that Lady Talith had gotten the plague. That you had told him to protect her and try to discover a way to heal her. I had thought he was lying and I attacked him." Eyes slipped down further as breathing became labored.

"Was that when he died?" the words felt alien to me, even though they were thoughtlessly said.

Onyx shook his head at me, "No. I had demanded to be taken to Lady Talith. Though injured, for some reason that human had no capacity for ill will. He took me to her and when I saw he had spoken truth, I vowed to leave and never to tell anyone what I saw."

The rest did not need to be spoken, but I had to affirm my thoughts on it, "You were followed, weren't you? You led them right to her. You led them right to Myde!" My voice rose as anger was starting to chip away at the fraying calm I was clutching onto.

I did not want reality to be like this, to take away the ability to keep promises I made.

"I had, and when I thought I could have protected them, I had failed. Despite my efforts to protect the human and Lady Talith, I was over powered, the human killed, and Talith taken back to Sapphrin."

Words chipped away my wall and I had half a mind to use my sword as fingers clutched onto it, "You let them take her! You let them kill Myde!" Vision became blurry as I screamed at the mass, "He was not just a human, he was Myde! My Myde! How dare you! HOW DARE YOU!" my lips stretched back in agony as teeth sharpened and I took steps towards the beast.

"How dare you live while he is dead! Was it too much to ask for you to lay your life down for him? Did you not feel the need to risk your life for that human because he was just as you think of him, another human?!" It frustrated me even more that he simply remained submissive, not retorting or arguing at all. I could not discern if it was merely acceptance of his actions or the silence was in fact his way of refusing to accept it.

Denial started to fill my head and I kept myself from tearing his wings off completely, "Where is he, where is Myde." This caused surprise from the dragon.

"You do not know where he was hiding out? I would think you wou-"

"No!" I snapped harshly, "I explicitly told him to never tell me where he was because the information could have been intercepted and comprimised his safety. The least I expected was that you were working for Sapphrin and magically promised him that he would be safe!"

I continued with a harsh sound, "You were working for her, you still probably are! How am I to know that you didn't just go and kill him yourself and you are now a decoy to lead the rest of them here to kill me as well?!" Oh how my back itched crazilly to just fly and search. To affirm the truth for myself instead of relying on the words of an enemy.

"Now, where did you say he is?" I demanded again, claws digging into leather, starting to break into it as I clutched the weapon tightly. A moment of silence before I was warned of possible ambush and then given the location.

Ice was in my blood now, and I barked my next sentence, "You are coming with me, and if the words you tell me are true, and he is in fact dead, I will kill you myself for allowing it to come to pass at all."

The black dragon did not argue. Instead, he watched as I took the form that was between the two races, scales touching the rougher and hidden patches of skin. wings spreading from my back, nails elongating, and the sword was hurriedly attached to my hip before I launched from the ground, my sprouted tail aiding me in a straight flight.

Paitence failed me, as I glared back down to see if the black dragon was following. Slowly, he took off, but with silent resolve, he followed me. The back of my mind voiced concern that perhaps he really had tried his hardest, but the rest of me vehemently wanted to refuse such foolish thoughts.

The enemy always proclaimed to be my enemy, to be on her side and despise humans just as she. Always insulting the one I cared for with sharp words for him and the rest of his race. Nothing but hatred ever came from this being.

We flew, and it had not taken long, aside from when I would peer back to see the labored flight of the bleeding dragon. He would die soon anyway, put out of his misery when I would discover the truth. Not that he deserved a quick death, in all honesty my heart seemed set on something slower, a very slow death involving the plucking of each individual scale.

The world came down, and we landed, the place was a familiar one to me in appearance. Water would be near by which was both a smart and incredibly dumb thing to do, but Myde was not a military strategist.

"Myde!" I would yell out, desperation filled my voice before I realized I could smell something metallic, so I screamed out once more, "Myde! Talith! Where are you?!" Sounds were made after the black dragon's crash landing and hopes started to warm me slightly.

It was possible this was all some terrible waking dream, that Onyx was lying and that I would find them safe and in one piece, merely taken hostage to lure me here to my death.

I could accept that, to be lured. If it meant they were alive, I would have begged for that situation. Yet no, from behind a mass of sparse leaves, something moved and a heavy form dropped down from a branch, bouncing in a sickening way as I heard the cracking of a bone and the rigor set of the thing that started sweeping back and forth on a make-shift noose that was around a neck.

A statement was made before me, and I could see the maker, one whose skin was like tar, shining and ever moving, porous warts threatening to pop at the slightest pressure. Stomach flipped as I drew out my sword and took it back, throwing it as hard as I could to cut the rope.

This failed, only nicking it as it lamely caught in a knot and was rejected by the fabric as nothing more than a nuisance. Eyes stayed on the creature, as I tried my hardest not to take in the details of the lacerated and broken body. To ignore the bloodied golden hair that stuck out in messed and frayed directions was near impossible and I fount my throat closing again as I tried to cry out at the creature who only laughed at my thoughtless attempt with the sword.

Laughter made me cold, it made me forget the small shame at trying a stunt so stupid. My vision became unclear once more and I shot forward, wings pushing me before I snarled and dug my claws into the nearest branch and snapped it off with ease. The next motion was the one that caused the squeltching sound as I thrust branch into body, followed by slamming it into the trunk repeatedly.

Never so badly did I want to tear it limb by limb, and nearly I did, except for the small voice of violent reason that said if I did so, my death would prevent me from exacting the punishment on Onyx. The tar creature would have to die in the way I chose, smashing it into the ground before taking in a deep breath and exhaling a final blow.

One of flames full of rage, black fire, as it engulfed the creature and turned it green. A high pitched squeal hit the air as popping noises followed the boiling and soon it would keep being on fire with the branch, eating away at the moisture unnaturally and burning there. The smell burned my nose.

"Pity, I thought anger would have made you kill yourself while killing him." A regal voice spoke, one belonging to something so high and mighty it could only have belonged to a dragon. The particular one slinked out of the water, sporting the color of a muddy sort of green. It camouflaged well and the creatjure wore it like he was gold.

Eyes flicked over as I restrained my feelings of wanting to thrash him terribly, a coldness seeped into my voice, "If I did that then I would not have been able to kill you and the other." my hand rose and pointed back at Onyx without fail, but it still trembled.

A laugh as the towering beast came towards me, leaning his maw down towards my face, "Little one, you act as though you can destroy me with that little tooth pick of yours. See now the failure of your ways. I will make sure your passing is slow and torturous just as the human's was."

Snarls and voices broke into almost a screech, "YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO EVER TOUCH HIM!" Bones shifted painlessly, body elongated, neck started to soar out from its place and the perception of what was low and high to me changed. Clothes tore from my body in the change as I brought my mouth down to snap at his neck.

His head came up and smashed into my jaw, causing it to smash shut as my balance was throw off to the side and I collided into a tree. Little time passed as the dragon dove, pinning me down as he dug claws into my breast bone and back feet into my abdomen.

Pain pricked at me, but rage kept me from feeling the full effects and instead I thrashed around, fighting the weight on my neck to snap at his other hand and at his face when it came anywhere near close to biting though something vital.

Loss was not an option, I refused to let this idiot take me down. Thoughts raced through my head and I uttered a spell, which I botched terribly, as instead of burning him, it flashed light into his face. The distraction served well and I flung him off and into the pond, splashing up water in all directions.

Rolling, I slipped as I shoved off to take him apart, keeping my claws out, I dug down and sprung into the water, sloshing in as he was already getting up and turning to meet me. It was in the air we clashed, it was in the air that I moved forward to grip not his throat, but the thin avian-like bone structure that protected his head. My maw would clamp down onto bone and bite down as hard as I could, subsequently having my claws follow suit with the act of digging into every weak point they could find.

It was in the water my enemy tried to drown me, as with biting, I did not have the ability to adequately hold my breath. My main concern was to bite though and rip that disgusting heart out and every organ I could claw out and spread across the earth and destroy so that no part may have been allowed to be used for anything what so ever.

As we splashed down, my nostrils took in the liquid, causing a burn as it made its way into my lungs to choke me. Gagging reflex tried to force my mouth to relinquish its hold, but I refused and instead I bit down harder, feeling the fracturing under my teeth. More force was applied as my vision grew dark, and the thrashing would worsen, trying to pry me loose from him like a stubborn leech.

Weakness started to wear on me as I felt the need for oxygen rise, but I was not done yet. Finally, I heard the sound I wanted the bone to make and I yanked head back and away, using my front hands to push the rest of his body opposite.

What resulted was the very messy business of death, crimson mixed with the blurring back, flesh tore under my teeth and muscle snapped and strained against the yanking as more bone snapped and came up with it like a fence, the curved bone showing brightly as I released it and drove onward, locking teeth into the thumping panicky heart and tearing into it without seeing. Textures of sweet iron mingled in my mouth with the pond water as the muscle stretched to its limit and tore away and I spit that away too.

This went over and over, the enemy was still twitching, my movements becoming sluggish as I still was water logged and soon I started to feel cold once more. Adrenalin was short lived, and black crimson enveloped me.

It seemed that it should have remained that way, but something dragged me out with some trouble, but they did it anyway, drawing me onto the ground while letting out labored breaths.

Anger lingered, but in less copious amounts. There was an ambush. Myde was dead. Onyx had been telling the truth, but I also swore to kill him if all were true. Why, this one time, did I refuse to follow through on a threat to someone who I hated.

Snarls mixed with hacking filled my throat as I forced water out and air in, shaking my head to loosen any trapped liquid and clear my vision. It was weak, but I managed words anyway, "Where is Myde..."

"Over by the tree. I took him down, I did not know that they planned to do that to him." he admitted in a quiet words before adding, "I assumed all of the dragons had left with Talith instead of just the two."

Reluctance in acknowledgement, but I spoke anyway, "You did warn me of ambush..." Then, I let my form melt away into one that was human, giving less of a damn that I now lacked clothes. Modesty was the least of my concerns, and my hair hid enough as it was.

Silently, I dragged myself up and stumbled over to the body, vision being less than helpful. When I would start to stray, the bleeding hand of Onyx would assist. I would snarl and shove it away, determined to do this on my own.

Yet, he was persistent, and eventually I found the body. It was turned face up, and at that moment I wished it had not.

The tar creature had taken care in the method of killing, stabbing in a place that was not immediately lethal, but letting him bleed out while he poisoned parts of the skin and then cut them away. Skin along the neck, chest, and face was missing, but I knew it was still him.

This was still my Myde. The weight drowned me, and I gripped his hair tightly as I pressed my face to his and forced my throat to open up enough to at least speak, tears streaming down my face.

"I will stop them, Myde, I promise. I won't let anyone else die like this if I can help it." Voice choked as I could feel my nose burning and lump form thickly in my throat again. A wavering breath as I continued, "I love you, and I always have. To the stars, Myde. Wait for me there, I will be there soon, just finish your song for me."

The tears would stop as the lump in my throat grew from trying to stop them. Lifting my head up I looked over to the black dragon who was politely looking the other way, but as I bore my gaze into him, he looked back to me.

"If you want to even begin to gain my forgiveness, you will do one thing for me, High Mage.  As I irrefutably cannot cast a single spell without failure, you must use what strength you can, I do not care how much, and you will build him something proper. I will not have this man die without proper remembrance."

The black dragon would bow his head, then stand up shakily and near the water and started to murmur as the slain body was swallowed up by the water and the earth, vanishing from existence. The earth then moved as he continued to intone the words to life, ground served as a base, stones following in a specific pattern and then the stone and earth intertwined with roots of the plants, essentially sewing the tomb together.

I watched in silence and as he quieted, he looked to me with exhausted patience, allowing me to scoop the man up and carry him. In silence I looked to his marred face before placing him into the shallow encasement. Silence before I leaned down and breathed softly into the box and said a very old prayer.

It was one I vaguely remembered my mother reciting when someone lost a loved one. Through the vagueness, I pulled out the words as if they were a new song of yesterday.

[i]In the darkness,
shine brightest.
In the silence,
yell loudest.

With hatred,
share love.
With the sky,
be one with the stars.

Do not falter,
your soul will journey.
Peace will find you,
and you will find peace.[/i]

The body would remain still and I could feel the wind carry, the sound of it crossing the smoothed magicked stones caused a rippling effect of sound, almost like a living song. A final song for the bard, who laid and would soon be covered by earth, stone, and root, protected by Kaidia.

"To the stars..." I managed finally before standing straight and looking to the black dragon. An incredible amount of hate still filled me, wanting to scream blames at the dragon who gave the gift of a last song without question.

Instead, I locked my muscled into tension, not allowing them to falter, "Let's go. I have maps to finish and you obviously need food before you starve. Can you make it back."

Silence before he bowed down his bead before her, causing her to frown, "If that is what my Lady wishes, then I will do it. I, High Mage Onyx, swear loyalty to Lady Itisha until my very last breath."

Story Time!!! ~~~ MRI Blurb Idea for Anaia

So. wrote another blurb after reading about all of the fun Thor verse stuff for Marvel. Came across the Golden apples from the tree of Yggdrasil and only Idunn can pick them for the Asgardians to eat.

As far as I can see, the apples provide youth, vigor, and basically keep them in their prime and keep them from aging and getting weak. Anaia of course has been gone for a good number of years and obviously without the apples I imagine she would start having troubles with keeping up and all goddess wise.

SO... basic idea for this.

Anaia gets Itisha to send her home.

Anaia gets sent back right BEFORE the Bifrost is screwed up. (Itisha's rituals are buggy so the time bit gets warped)

Anaia lets her younger self go through everything that already happened as to not change anything because with her luck it would just make something worse (or Frost could have very likely succeeded summoning the serpent)

When it is time for younger self to go back again Via Itisha, current Anaia makes it a full circle and a day or so later with the help of Odin and Thor shows up once more  and of course she is going to be excited to see everyone because in her eyes she has been gone for years when for them Anaia has only been gone for a day or so.

So... here is the blurb... it was just starting out to be more of a HAHA funny then inspiration hit and yea...

ENJOY!

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It seemed to be at the oddest times her mother would show up… or rather the oddest times Anaia would hallucinate. Again her mother took the form of the rabbit-looking form, making the goddess both happy and at the same time a mite bit frustrated. Mostly due to the first words that came out of her mouth.

“Well he is certainly cute.” Red eyes flicked over before she gave an impish smile to her daughter, “So does that mean you will finally give me babies to hold?”

Being the only one to see or hear Driga made it a little more than embarrassing as Anaia’s face flushed darkly when there was a rather loud retort in the middle of Benjamin’s forge, “I AM NOT GIVING YOU BABIES!”

There was a sudden silence as Ben seemed to stop in the middle of whatever he had been working on to stare at her with a very confused expression, “What?” The fact that she was looking off towards the wall just made it a slight bit more puzzling.

Anaia felt even more flustered when he spoke, trying to ignore the fit of laughter her mother had gone into. Oh if only looks could kill, “Sorry Ben, I wasn’t yelling at you… my mother has decided to visit me.”

“I don’t see he-Oh… Tell her I said hello?” A small tidbit of information that she had mentioned one time when explaining the rabbit on her armor which had been that Anaia’s mother was the goddess of Insanity and because of blood relation was able to cause hallucinations despite being up in Asgard.

"Oh he even is saying hello to your hallucination! He's a keeper!"

“Mother, shush and stop laughing!” Anaia pouted and seemed to act far younger than her age would suggest, arms crossing over her chest. It seemed far too human for someone who carried the title of goddess. 

Still, it made him wonder what had been exactly said that made the goddess in the forge so uncharacteristically flustered when it was more often that she would be the one to be laughing at… whatever had been said, “Do I want to know?”

“No, you don’t want to know. I don’t even want to know.” Anaia muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Laughter was still happening as tears were wiped away from Driga's eyes, “Oh goodness, dear, you are far too defensive. Not to mention far too worried about that subject. You like the man and it is obvious and he certainly has a fire for fight like you! The babies would be lovely! Why are you making me wait so long to be a grandmother?”

“Mother!” Anaia felt her cheeks burning with heat in the already toasty forge before looking to Ben, “Just… just go back to working… I need to have a conversation with my mother about timing.” With that she started to stalk out of the forge leaving the poor blacksmith in the dark about the subject.

“Anaia… your hair streaks are turning pink.” The white rabbit woman would state with more laughter as her daughter continue to stalk out of the Inn and just continued to walk, directing herself towards the waterfalls.

“It’s your fault. Why are you even down here?” The fresh air was far more helpful in calming her nerves, hair being brushed away from her face as she took a deep breath.

“I can’t visit my only daughter?”

“It is never just a visit.” She sighed as the sound of falling water brought a little more relaxation, hair fading back into its normal colors, “What do you want?”

A slight frown as the head tilted, ears flopping to the side before Driga sighed, “You always were far more intuitive than most your age, but you are beginning to lose touch. Anaia, I want you to come home, you are starting to act far too human.”

“You know very well that if I wanted to, I would be there, Mother.” A frown formed before Anaia crossed her arms over her chest, “I am not acting any differently than I usually do.”

“There is a reason that gods only walk among mortals instead of living with them. You haven’t noticed that you have become exhausted more easily?” Red eyes remained on green ones as the young goddess appeared that she wanted to remain in denial even though eyes showed another thing entirely.

It had been true, as of late she felt far more sluggish than when she had first arrived, “Maybe it was just whatever the Professor had done to me when the Bifrost had been destroyed. Besides we fought with Frost as well. The bat was like a million times older than me.”

 A pause as Driga started thinking before she spoke with a softer voice, “There are also more ways to get into Asgard than the Bifrost. If there is Valgrind and the portal to Nighthaven, then wouldn’t you think there would be one to Asgard as well.”

Silence stretched as Anaia’s expression hardened when she stared at her mother, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You had to stop Frost.” Was the soft response before she gave a smile, “You still need to stop her, but you are growing weaker by being here. You have not been here to eat Idunn’s apples for years.”

“Thor doesn’t have to eat them…” Anaia muttered, not liking the idea of the one way trip even if there was truth to the matter. Shoulders sagged heavily as she thought it over. The idea upset her, but stopping Frost had more precedence, “How do I get home?”

“Your world-hopper of course, Itisha. Although I do believe between her mishaps in the ritual and your chaos, there might be a slight issue of… time.” The way Driga’s voice trailed off made Anaia’s mind blank before jaw fell slightly.

“I’m already there!” Eyes were wide as the rabbit woman nodded, “No wonder you knew I liked rabbits!”

“Yes you mentioned it years ago. Although it had to start somewhere, but you need to come back now so the self that is here can come back there again with full strength once more. Your other self has even gotten better at control of your abilities and even learned a few more tricks. Taking after your father and your uncle both… such a force to be reckoned with since you seem to have Loki’s intelligence and Thor’s love of battle.” Hand reached out to her daughter’s face with a sweet smile, “I cannot tell you much more than that dear just know that I am proud of you and I will see you soon. Find the dragoness and continue the cycle.”

Breath escaped as the ghost-like hand touched her cheek, tears starting to slip down her face, “I will see you soon mother.”

“Even sooner than that…” Driga chuckled before adding, “You ought to say goodbye to your handsome friend though… the you here is getting antsy at having to wait. Seems you are rather attached to your friends there.”

Face flushed again although she did not retort such an idea, “How am I getting back here?”

“Ah, your uncle and grandfather have that covered. Your idea of course.” Her mother perked happily, seeming excited at such a prospect.

“If you say so, just so long as I don’t become maimed in the process.” Anaia shook her head, knowing her ideas thus far tended to cause trouble.

“No worries! You have a helmet to protect you from any crashes!” Driga beamed as she started to giggle. Making Anaia smile weakly before moving away from the hallucinated woman, “Go now my daughter. I love you and I am proud.” With that the rabbit-woman vanished, leaving Anaia alone with the water before she turned and started to walk to the Inn once more to say goodbyes and blackmail a dragoness.

Story Time!!! ~~~ Anaia blurb thought for Multi-Realm Inn

I mostly blame Kai for this... well and John too. xD

My brain likes to write stories. I have no idea why it does... it just likes characters and playing out stories with them. Could be mine or other ones... probably the reason I like RPing so much. ANYWAY...

A sort of cute (not really my usual level of fluffiness but... it was already hard enough for me to write it.) story with Ben and Anaia involved. More heavily Anaia sided obviously... but my brain wasn't being very helpful. Just really like the character Ben when I read the character profile and thought he was a really cool character. Thus far also a fun roleplay partner as well behind him too which is always cool. :D

So without further adieu... here it is. Please enjoy... it isn't one of my best but I think I did more of less alright all things considered. Maybe one day I shall try writing it again when I get a better feel for the characters ^_^

YAY FOR WHAT-IF STORIES *cough*

Enjoy!

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Anaia was spent far past what she should have been. Under any normal circumstances, she should have been knocked into an unconscious much like the heavily armored blacksmith she was half dragging through the inn and to the kitchen. It was stubbornness that kept her going despite muscles rebelling with sharp cramping pain that shot through burnt extremities.

It was also stubbornness that kept her from crashing down the stairs when gravity wished to win over instead. The process was slow and thus far more painful than it should have been, even as she did her best not to smash him against the other wall when a step was missed. How he slept through her rather haphazard toting she would never know.

Finally making it down the steps without too much mishap, the goddess paused feeling already warm from exertion the forge’s heat felt like a thick wall of warmth. Considering what she had seen of the man, she figured this probably felt more than comfortable to him and gave a weak laugh to herself before moving driving forward once more towards the bed. With as much grace as she could muster, which at that moment was lacking, Ben was half flopped onto the bed, making her wince slightly and uttering apologies to the still unconscious(and injured) man.

Something told her an explosion could have gone off and he would have slept through it, although after recent events she was sure an explosion would be far less painful. There was a pause as she studied him before shaking her head to think of other things. Fingers began moving to remove the larger pieces of armor to allow easier breathing at least and allow any wounds that existed yet to heal without interference.

Despite the exhaustion, she felt the movements therapeutic and calming. While doing so, mind ran through all of the recent events. There would be no doubt that trouble would crop up again, but she was too tired at that moment if trouble came. Perhaps she would sleep through it again… sleep would have been nice. When finished Anaia had at this point tried to position Ben comfortably enough, though she imagined he would be sore no matter what when he would awaken.

It seemed her body wanted rest as well, especially as she started to move away from adjusting him, although the first thought that came to mind was her current distaste for stairs. Frankly, her body never wanted to see another set of stairs again. No, apparently her body was going to auto-pilot as the teeth of sleep sunk into her thoughts and the goddess, armor and all slumped half-way onto the bed, head resting as one arm was tucked under her head and the other stretched out slightly on the arm she had been adjusting.  It was there, amongst the scent of armor and the forge that she fell into an easy sleep with pleasant dreams involving fires and rabbits. Well… it was pleasant for her at least.

Reflection on the Past ~~ AWFF

Sometimes I read really old stuff. I mean REALLY old stuff from when I was in middle school. My first thought is 'Dear gods... I think I was practicing to be in a sit com drama' and other times I did have some pretty deep damn thoughts.

But a huge humongous part of my past was less real life friends, of which the few who count are still in my life  or thought of in great frequency, and there certainly is no shining spot for assholes. All they got was a check in my list of 'Mistakes not to make again' and moved on.

No. A huge part of my life and what made anything terrible able to be solved was roleplay. I loved it. I adored it. It was writing and I could write with other people. The fact there was a surprise as to another actions fascinated me. I adored having a character less for matching them with characters (although this often happened because well it seemed inevitable with my characters. They like having personalities and tell me to write these things sometimes.)

but I loved being in the worlds. I loved having my character interact with others as if I was really there. As if Itisha was off beating the snot out of some punk jerk shaman or Mailia was off saving the world from heartless and blasting a giant ass hole in the door leading to the Second District in Traverse town.

My place I flourished was AWFF.

Roleplay and AWFF memories always went hand in hand. Kingdom Hearts ultimately went to AWFF.

All World Final Fantasy

My home away from home.

I found it searching for the full five minute version of Utada Hikaru's Simple and Clean. Which by the way was nigh impossible, but I did it. Right on AWFF's main page was that song. I poked through and they even had Legend of Dragoon on there and I was hooked in the awesomeness of it all.

Then I registered and poked through the forums and found roleplayers there. It was awesome. So in a stunt to just feel at home. I started the first in about 7 threads of Kingdom Hearts roleplay where Mailia grew. Changed. Personality formed. History made. Rose created. Both of them. Friends met, stories made and it was amazing.

At that time I must have been about gosh... I forget. I was close to being 12-13 years old. I met one of my closest friends (still close) Gin. Lived across the ocean from me, but it was odd that we clicked so well. We spoke easily despite the language barrier and we could talk when things drove us crazy. I was at that level of determined to at least catch an hour or two of chatting that I would wake up at 3 in the morning to match his time zone a bit and chat to him. I was a crazy youngster like that. Probably the only time I willingly went to bed early and woke up early ever back then. xD Because it certainly was not for school.

Certainly one of the very few men in my life that I cared about as more than a friend without ultimately wanting to murder them with my truck. Now he is in league with my small group of close best friends :D

Life whisked me away when AWFF went down without my knowing. I felt lost without it, although I was blessed to have a few friends I did keep in contacts from AWFF and those who weren't from there. They kept me sane. They roleplayed with me.

Even listened to my emotionally driven ranting I had to get off my chest. Such amazing people.

When AWFF came back (as I checked on a lark. Because AWFF was just that important to me) I was ecstatic.Even more so to see that one person there I would recognize without a doubt because hell he never changed his screen name. Gin.

I signed up, built a new little home in the rp section. Made a wonderous friend out of Vaidia (who is fantastic seriously. She freakin rocks the socks off stuff with her writing) who I believe I knew in the old AWFF but alas I was a shy girl and stuck to things I knew.

The second time around I went to other threads and made friends with everyone. Chatted with them. When on to make a nifty chibi thing for everyone. I was happy and then sad as the thread was dying and thusly taken down.

But forever. I know. I have friends from there. People still lurk around that I know and we recognize each other and go HI THEEEEERE OMG HI

It will be a huge awesome part of my life. Roleplay as a word will always take me back to those memories. And I will certainly grow up telling my son about all of the silly conversations and adventures that place had because it was awesome.

SO without further aidue I shall list of people's usernames I can remember. (Or their nicknames/real first names)

Gin
Vaidia
Rezner
Perry (Flashback)
Till
Plastic
Artifical
Gav
Meena
Adrian
Chloe
Juan
Kite
Ash
Hinata
Allison
Stephen
Prince Lefty
M (It starts with an M he used to help mod the page... Mavrick? There probably was one of those two. Hah I forget)
Steven
Kimmie

And anyone I forgot. Thank you. So very much for making a huge impact on my life :D

I love the hell out of all of you.

I would also appreciate any of my old AWFF friends to help me finish up this list with anyone I may have forgotten. Thank you!

--- Gaint Planet Load of Cookies from Anaia

Anaia Mischievity's Bio

Name: Anaia Mischievity

Age: 175 (Appears to be in very early 20’s)

Sex: Female

Species: Mutant (goddess)

Height/Weight: 5’11” / 135 lbs

Appearance:  Tall and slender with very pale almost white skin (similar coloration to the moon with a slight grey/blue undertone) if she becomes enraged the blue facial markings she normally hides show as well as turning her entire flesh a light blue. Eyes are a light leafy green. Hair is straight and black with electric blue streaks coming from it (hair reaches down to her hips) Face is gentle and slender as to garner trust with the same effect coming from rounded bright eyes.  

Powers:  Chaos Factor- Random events perceived as accidents occur. (examples being keys locked in a car, things falling, being knocked over) Being the goddess of Chaos represents fluid change thus accidents breaking the stagnation of Order. This can be controlled somewhat by Anaia although harder when she starts having higher emotional states such as joy, anger, annoyance, or anything stressful. When at the school Professor Xavier can help keep it under control for her although it does not seem to completely prevent the minor everyday accidents nor any heavily emotional moments. If she enters a state of complete rage then the “accidents” are more severe and can be life threatening.

Telekinesis- Limited to moving objects and somewhat tied into her ability to use her own electrical current of the body to conduct and use that in short bursts or singular long ones.

Bending of Truth and Lie- Anaia can force the truth out of someone or force them to lie. There is also the ability to make a person believe that lies are really the truth.  Needs physical contact to work.

Other abilities: With bending truth and such, Anaia came to find that she can also bend other things although she is still learning. Thus far she can influence sleep upon someone when she wills it. Anaia also knows how to fight in melee combat.

Personality: Enjoys the constant flow and change of everything especially human beings. Variety for her is most certainly her favorite spice of life as it is a chaos in itself. That said, this gives reason as to why she joined with the X-Men as they were the most varied group with unpredictable outcomes. Lively and always enjoying the occasional prank if things start to seem far too dull. Incredibly friendly with everyone and when needed she is capable of being polite as she was taught Asguardian’s should act. There is a small wall between her and others, as only very few are allowed to learn the darker secrets of her being. If you are allowed close to her, expect that she will become protective if you become seriously hurt but also expect that she is going to help nudge things along for the sake of seeing how events will turn out. As a past time she seems to enjoy playing matchmaker or causing little events to happen that could lead to those who normally are too shy to admit feelings for each other to do so.

Is very easily amused at small accidents and mayhem.  Especially if it is her doing (Random occurrences of bad hair days like a hair dying accident making someone’s hair bright pink)

History: Anaia is the youngest daughter of the god Loki and the goddess of Insanity (who I don’t have a name for yet) .  With the mix of Mischief and Insanity she came into being the very young goddess of Chaos.  Anaia was born before Thor was exiled onto earth.

Anaia inherited the Ice Giant bloodline from her father thus she has blue markings on her face that she hides unless she becomes upset, although she did not learn about this until later and assumed it was a birth mark.  Most of her early life was spent with her mother in Asguard although she often was able to spend time with Loki and Thor as well when they were not busy with other duties. As a child she came into her own powers and often was an impish child causing small havoc when she played. Loki especially admired this and helped foster her love for chaos and change, even teaching her how to hone her ability to bend truths and lies.

With her ability to charm those around her, she nearly had even Odin wrapped around her little finger, often getting her out of many punishments for the lesser troubles she had caused. Thor was her very favorite uncle and usually she was even able to get him to teach her how to fight giving birth a fire to her love of battles and appeal to those who enjoyed them as well.

Anaia took all of her teachings to heart, seeming to learn them and flourish. Between Odin, Thor, and Loki, she had learned to fight, to bend those to her whims without even using powers, but she also learned when it was appropriate to do so. For all of the charm she had, it seemed Anaia inherently knew that Odin was to be heeded making her seem far wiser than her age would seem to allow.

Unfortunately, she was present for the interruption of Thor’s ceremony and blamed herself without need of the Ice Gaint’s small invasion that day. Despite Loki’s reassurances, the Goddess had made to do her own investigation of what happened, leaving her absent from Thor’s plans to fight the Ice Giants which led to his exile. When Anaia returned to find Thor gone, she had gone to ask Odin why and instead had overheard Loki demanding to know why his heritage was kept from him.

Thus she discovered her own heritage as well and left Asguard to visit earth in hopes to find Thor. Unfamiliar with being on Earth, she unconsciously was causing accidents without meaning too which led her to meeting the X-Men and thusly Professor Xavier. This kept her from locating her uncle, although eventually she discovered events turned out in Thor’s favor yet also her father’s betrayal of Odin and his sibling.

Also, with the knowledge she was trapped on Earth with the Rainbow Road broken, she decided it was best to integrate her life with those around her and soon began to take in lessons humanity and mutants had to offer her. This fostered a love and caring to control just how much chaos she allowed and to keep some sort of balance between Order and herself. With such, Anaia finally allowed herself to have friends, starting with Mileena.

Other: Best friend ever is Mileena, who she protects and always tries to have her best interests at heart, even if she does sometimes give a little trouble to the woman. Her favorite thing to tell her friend is that if Anaia was not there, then life would most certainly be boring.