Writing Prompt

His tale traveled far and wide Killed gods and monsters But he didn’t want his fate But fate chose him Part of a prophecy He didn’t decide But then born of the sea Of the elder god A son A choice of the Poseidon Named after a Greek hero His name was Percy Jackson

He traveled far and wide With his sword riptide In his hand Went on quests To save the earth But he always went back To were he started Home or Camp half blood He decided

Going through the underworld To rescue who his mother To gather zues bolt He thought he was saved But not ever until he turned 16

Traveling through the sea Were the triangle began With dangers await The wee monsters in the sea But he met a woman But said no To continue his quest To find the fleece And to rescue his friend

In the winter to The girl he loved Went away By falling on a cliff Went on a journey to rescue her Held up the sky For a while when a battle raged on Even when he saw people die

Twisting around the earth Mysteries that go around To get to the center before the enemy A labryinth of danger Under ground But they discovered A war will go on It callapsed But they made some friends And met the god pan

He swam in the river of Styx Manhattan is getting taken over He commanded the battle He helped in the titan war Made the gods come help And everything is done The earth is saved He got a girlfriend But there is a new prophecy But for now he is happy He has many more stories But for right now That was his journey

Bring me up not bring me down just leave me some where I don’t wanna be found

Sit me here sit me there to where I am wanted to where I don’t stand a chance

Walk through the trees to feel a good morning breaze hit me in that face like I jus made an awful mistake

Yea okay it was wrong I’m learning as I grow can’t get in trouble for something i didn’t kno

Lost in found like my mind wondering off leading a little girl because she is lost

She looking for love all around not even in her own home cause she kno she don’t get the right amount

Fill my cup don’t break it down life me up when you are not around

Laying here low with my head down laying here love with a mind that don’t grow

Embarrassed me to the point where I can’t forget Embarrassed to the point where it will always stick

bruises on my body and even on they face trying to hide away on a beautiful day

you broke me down didn’t try to pick me back up you left me wanted with out your trust

-Mouthwashing Spoilers- -Still Good Even If You Haven’t Played The Game-

A slacker from the start Never good at anything I’ve tried it all Never good enough for Mom. Dad. Jimmy. Swansea.

Such a slacker she said Sent me as far away as she could Not even space was enough for Mom. Dad. Jimmy.

Always shunned Always silenced Never acknowledged Never seen as more than a joke Never seen at all

I boarded this ship Thinking of a new start Thinking I will finally be enough for Mom. Dad.

Thinking I’ll make it home and be greeted with hugs and praise Thinking I’ll make it home at all Such a slacker

I finally found someone to look up to I finally found someone who would be proud of me

Once the ship had crashed… Once Curly was… hurt And Jimmy was captain The whole ship shifted Anya was silenced like I was She was strong until the end What did her parents think?

Once the door was locked… I was so dumb So naive Such a slacker

I wanted to save her No I wanted Swansea to be proud of me Right when I heard Jimmy, I knew what I had to do

I could fix everything Save everyone Be accepted Be seen as more than a slacker Be seen at all

I was desperate Swansea would understand Swansea would be proud

I hoisted myself up the vent It was Hot Dark Sharp

I was desperate I knew better I trusted Curly. Anya. Swansea. Jimmy. Why didn’t I listen

I was sliced I was diced I was cooked I was electrocuted I was… Alive

If Curly could make it So could I-

Swansea couldn’t take it I could I was strong I was breathing I was OKAY SWANSEA PUT IT DOWN I’M STRONG I CAN TAKE IT I CAN MAKE IT OUT WE ALL CAN Please. I wanted to tell him everything

“Useless ray of goddamn sunshine”

I know you didn’t mean it It still hurt Hurt worse than My burns My cuts My shocks What I was telling myself already

Even though you said it Even though you didn’t mean it I know that’s what the others thought of me as

“Not an ace student Career workhorse Or force of ambition”

“Just a damn good kid trying his best”

That made me smile a bit I smiled through even though at that point I knew what was going to happen

“You coulda taught an old fool like me a lot”

I hope I did In my 20 years of life

Even though I’ve only known you for the past year Even though a year isn’t a lot to you Even though you’ve got a lot of those under your belt

I hope I did I hope you remember me I hope I made you proud

“Close your eyes. Daisuke”

Okay Swansea It’s okay Don’t feel bad I understand

So I did

The world went black I felt lighter All my pain had left

I looked below to see what you had done You took the axe Straight to my face Clean

No hard feelings Swansea At least I have this cool scar That I can remember you by I understand Swansea We were running out of supplies We just had to make a few Cuts.

Now you are here with me Up above with Anya I think you like it here But it’s hard to tell

At least you guys don’t see me as a slacker All the family I need

Bye Mom Bye Dad Your boys up above See you sometime I hope you think of me better I hope you think of me

I. La Strega dei Fantasmi

Nelle torri remote dell’Accademia di Lunargentea,
dove magie danzavano tra luce e tormenta,
viveva Elira, dal cuore gentile,
ma temuta da molti per il suo dono sottile.

Parlava coi fantasmi, i custodi del passato,
anime perse, nel silenzioso contrasto.
Li aiutava a trovare la pace perduta,
ma agli occhi del mondo, era strana e temuta.

Elira studiava con fervida brama,
tra tomi antichi e l’eco di una lama.
Amava l’Accademia, il suo rifugio sicuro,
un faro di magia nel mondo oscuro.

II. Il Presagio Oscuro

Una notte d’inverno, sotto lune spezzate,
un’ombra calò sulle mura serrate.
I fantasmi sussurrarono parole d’allarme,
“Nemici giungono, portando solo armi.”

L’Accademia tremò, i suoi incanti si infransero,
e forze nemiche nel buio si mossero.
Elira sentì il richiamo dei morti,
“Custode, alzati, difendi le porte!”

Ma gli altri studenti temevano il suo potere,
pensavano a lei come a un oscuro mistero.
“Non fidarti di Elira,” disse un mago temuto,
“la sua magia dei fantasmi è un veleno astuto!”

III. La Battaglia delle Ombre

Quando i nemici sfondarono i cancelli d’avorio,
la scuola si piegò sotto il loro rigoglio.
Erano stregoni corrotti, portatori di morte,
guidati da un tiranno, il Signore delle Ombre.

Elira si eresse tra i resti distrutti,
e i fantasmi chiamò, nei corridoi muti.
“Sorgente dai tempi, venite a me,
proteggiamo la scuola da questa empietà!”

I fantasmi risposero, un esercito etereo,
luminose figure in uno scontro epico e serio.
Tra spade di luce e incanti letali,
Elira guidò i suoi spiriti leali.

IV. Il Cuore dell’Oscurità

Elira affrontò il Signore delle Ombre,
un mago possente, divoratore di tombe.
“Sciocca ragazza, il tuo potere è vano,
cedi la scuola, il futuro è già in mano.”

Ma Elira non cedette, il suo cuore vibrava,
per i compagni, la scuola che tanto amava.
Usò un incanto antico, mai osato prima,
legando i fantasmi in un’unica cima.

Una luce esplose, bianca e divina,
e l’oscurità cadde, scacciata e meschina.
Ma il prezzo fu alto, Elira svanì,
lasciando un ricordo nei giorni a venire.

V. La Leggenda di Elira

Ora i corridoi della scuola narrano una storia,
di una strega gentile e della sua gloria.
Statue di spiriti danzano nelle sale,
un ricordo di Elira e del suo bene immortale.

Gli studenti raccontano, sotto cieli sereni,
di come una strega salvò i suoi domìni.
Non temere i fantasmi, né ciò che è ignoto,
perché nel buio, a volte, si cela un voto.

E nelle notti quiete, quando i venti cantano piano,
si dice che Elira vegli, spirito sovrano.
Lei, la Custode degli Spiriti perduti,
eterna protettrice dei luoghi voluti.

I. The Shadows and the Forest

Seran was born of the ancient bloodlines,
A vampire shifter, cursed to roam time.
Through eons of darkness, his path was unclear,
Bound to the night, his soul knew no peer.

Deep in the Vale where the moon never waned,
He ruled with cold logic, his passion restrained.
Until one fateful eve, 'neath the silvery light,
A howl split the silence, both haunting and bright.

In the heart of the forest, the wolves made their den,
Their pack watched the borders, no place for men.
Among them stood Lyria, fierce and untamed,
A wolf shifter maiden whose name echoed fame.

II. The Forbidden Meeting

Through tangled trees, Seran prowled on a whim,
Drawn by a presence both feral and grim.
Lyria stood by a stream, her gaze piercing through,
Her golden eyes gleamed, defiant and true.

"Why do you linger, dark creature of night?"
She growled, her form poised, ready to fight.
But Seran, unflinching, stepped into her space,
Spellbound by the beauty that graced her fierce face.

Their words were like sparks, a clash and a dance,
Yet something between them began to advance.
Two souls intertwined, though their worlds were at war,
The vampire and wolf, drawn to something much more.
_ III. The Rising Conflict _

Their love, once a secret, could not long be concealed,
For whispers spread fast, and the truth was revealed.
The wolves howled in anger, the vampires took flight,
Declaring that blood must be spilled in the night.

Lyria’s pack leader, her brother, cried loud,
“To love such a beast? It is not allowed!”
While Seran’s dark council decreed her a foe,
“To unite with the wolves will bring only woe!”

Yet the two would not falter, their hearts now aligned,
Defying the hate that their clans had designed.
They vowed to protect what their love had inspired,
Though the odds were against them, and war had conspired.

IV. The War of Blood and Moonlight

The battle began in the Vale's shadowed glen,
Where wolves clashed with vampires again and again.
Fangs met with claws, and the night was ignited,
As love struggled to bloom in a world set ablaze.

Seran and Lyria fought side by side,
Their bond was their shield, their love was their guide.
Through rivers of crimson and skies painted red,
They sought to bring peace where their kind only bled.

At the war's darkest hour, when hope seemed to wane,
Seran made a choice to shoulder the pain.
He wielded forbidden, ancient vampire lore,
To bind his own life to the wolf he adored.

V. The Sacrifice and the Peace

With power unleashed, he silenced the strife,
Offering his essence to spare Lyria's life.
The spell shook the earth and split the dark sky,
As Seran faded, his love said goodbye.

But his sacrifice forged an unbreakable vow,
Between wolves and vampires, united somehow.
Lyria, heartbroken, led both clans as one,
In honor of Seran, the peace had begun.

VI. The Legacy of Love

Now under the moonlight, where shadows still play,
The wolves and the vampires together do stay.
And tales of their love are whispered each night,
Of Seran and Lyria, in blood and moonlight.

For love, though forbidden, can conquer despair,
When hearts choose to fight for the bond that they share.
Their story lives on, an immortal refrain,
Of a vampire and wolf who defied hate's domain.

The legendary adventures of Cree Hightower are ones that shall be told in Aniral for centuries. His epic defeat of the Formless One pales in comparison to his final victory over the Destroyer himself. Legend has it that the Final Battle would not have been won if not for Cree's heroic sacrifice. His life, for the healing of the world seemed a fair trade in his selfless eyes.

O, daughter of Zeus, Urania, my star I beseech you as a worthy servant I’m a good boy, Open this blasted kitty treat jar Sorry ‘bout that broken clock

Behold Salmon bites Tender chicken delights Or Savory grill Catnip scented thrills Forget not Turkey gravy Please dear muse don’t deny me

Sat in boxes regardless of size Survived the carrier evils Am I not worthy of a prize? Goddess Mafdet reward me

Meow like I’ve never eaten before Yowl like my bowl is empty Full, still I want more That a can opener, I hear

Chief executioner of toys Victor of shopping bags Bringer of infinite joys I, Biscuits, deserve a treat

Evelynn was a fighter at least that’s what she said** ** After she started to read to enlighten her head Every day she would practice using her crossbow****

She’ll be one with nature, one with the flow Out where she’ll have to find water Shouldn’t be a bother Where she’ll find shelter out with the trees Oh I need fire and food please While she gathered water she found home Under the whole earth protected by a dome

Quit was not a word found in Faye’s vocabulary. Within the petite girl’s expansive utility belt was an arsenal of experience.

Now in her shriveled elderly state that belt was tucked under her bed, gathering dust. How did she get here? How did she get so comfortable?

Faye fought fiercely for fortification. Leaving her home behind at 19. She had been on the run for many a years prior to today.

Battles including, a hydra. Each head having a vendetta for our dark haired hero. Each head being sliced by the young traveler. Each head, leaving a scar.

Traveling an ancient sea, via raft. Traveling an ancient sea, without nutrients. Traveling an ancient sea, just to be.

Early on the earth told her she was to be alone. To face this battle of adversity solo. Early on it bothered her, craving companionship. Walking this soil with no one to go to or come to. Early on, she fumbled, losing herself.

It’s far from the beginning of it now. Faye finding a home atop a mountain. Tucked away from foes prior. It’s far from the beginning, in fact closer to the end.

With enough resources garnered, To last the dwarf into retirement. The last thing she had to do was “quit”

Barbra walked through the halls of college, still a child with an adult attitude. She was just short of eighteen. She held her books tight and walked with confidence and a wicked good smile. Her posture was always straight just like her grades. Fortunately or unfortunately, her sexuality wasn’t quite the same. She wasn’t afraid of being made fun of, for she knew her confidence would deter the teasing. She was afraid rather, of not finding someone willing to be patient with her. Barbra had friends of course that she could trust with almost anything. Then, there was her friend that she could trust with everything she had except for one secret. She knew that her friend was hopelessly in love with her, but, Barbra had no idea how to tell her she knew. She knew she couldn’t act on such feelings. These feelings for such a person were looked down upon heavily. Her reputation would be wounded undoubtedly.