It is 2:00 pm The sky is dark No rain clouds in sight Unsettling silence The air feels stagnant Til there is a flash of a bright light Crackles of cedar Scents of death Staying here means losing life Walk away, leave them behind You can’t save them You couldn’t even if you tried

The cloudy grey sky booms a deep rumble, threatening to escape the clouds at any moment. I rush home from school, cutting through the lush field to escape the grumbling storm. The air is warm and thin, shoving strands of loose hair into my eyes as I brush past the grass. My boots clank on stones and twigs dotted along the path, teasing my legs to give out from underneath me. I feel a wet drop pierce my cheek, and throw my umbrella up over my shoulder to shield my body from the rain. As I cross the half way point of the ocean of green, the clouds clasp, sending a branch of purple energy into the forest on the horizon. Another bolt shoots toward a large oak tree, casting a large, soft cloud that emerges from where it struck. I watch in terror as the tree evaporates into purple dust. A shiver races down my spine, my knees trembling with shock. My path is blocked, and I have no intention of going to investigate. I’m about to turn around when I see a figure emerge from the corupption. It walks towards me, then stops in its tracks, keeping its body still as though it were a stone itself. My heart increases its pace, my breaths shorter. My eyes begin to flutter as the rain begins to pour with force. As though the sky has not let out enough rage, it send another strand of its energy, streaking through the sky and towards the figure. “Watch out!” I scream, panicking. It strikes true, replacing the figure with its purple remains. My breath pauses, unsure of what has happend. My feet are planted, unable to move as I watch the coloured clouds return to the sky.

Her magic was only beginning. A spark at first. Nothing but a wisp of smoke faltering between the tips of her fingers--there, then gone. She knew she had to leave. Staying would be a death wish. Not to her, but to everyone around her. She couldn't control the power that was encased inside her, held deep in her bones. But she could at least make sure no one got hurt because of her. She knew all too well what she would leave behind. Her home. Her sister who depended on her so heavily, her mother with scars already too deep. She feared they'd never recover. At least they'd be alive, she thought. With wounds so deep it tore them down, but beating hearts nonetheless. She'd make it, alone, in the woods. Her power would grow, and maybe it would consume her--maybe that's what she deserved, but no matter what happened, what was to come, it was better if she was gone.

I vow to you, To devote my life to resurrecting extinct passengers. This is the life we were born into. We have nine months. We will figure it out. Baby, we're way beyond. By paths shared, two hearts once divided, now become united. There are many realms that I can access and many entryways yet a popular mode of entry to the underworlds. Finding holes in trees and the earth leading to descending stairs. Imagining soaring higher and higher above the clonds. Even the galaxy is popular way to access the upper worlds. These worlds are filled with magical surprises and wisdom from where and who you'd least expect it.

"Jane, that star is getting bigger?" "Oh no, Veronica look out!" "Crash!" The spot I was standing in moments before is now gone. Replaced with a big hole. "Are you okay? Asks Jane. "Yeah" I say as I get up….then I start to feel my knees buckle as I screech "help! "my aunts arm attempts to reach mine, but it was too late. My stomach flips as the light slips out of view. …. "Hey! Hey you!" A voice harshly whispers as the dark pit with a strange purple light comes into view. I look around but see nothing, "huh is someone there?" "Behind you, you fool!" Screeches the voice. I turn around and find a hooded figure in a cloak. "Deal?" Huh? "My power for your happiness, is it a deal?" “Can I ask what the power is?” "Hatred, hatred in its purest form." Answered the figure. “You have yourself a deal” , I declare. “good…….. very good……..”

While walking back home from town i notice a purple cast on the sky, i walk a little further and realize the colour is coming from the forest. But how can that be? The forest is to far from town to have any magic out there, and it is far too dangerous for people. “See you tomorrow, Jayne” the bookshop owner says to me as i walk out the door. I spend most of my afternoons looking through their second-hand books and reading whatever romance novel im into that week. With a small collection of books in my hand, i start my route home, but something is different. There is a purple could hanging low in the sky. It looks like it is coming from the forest. But how can that be? The forest is to far from town to have any magic out there, and it is far too dangerous for people. My curiosity gets the better of me, i grab my dagger and follow the path into the forest. As i get closer i can see that the colour in the sky is coming from a violet fire, with billowing clouds of smoke. Ive never seen something so beautiful. I keep walking until im at the fire. I sit on a nearby rock and stare, trying to make sense of what im seeing. I look around but i dont see anyone. Perhaps this is all in my head? Just as im starting to convince myself this is psychosis, I see something. There’s something in the fire. I rush closer to get a better look and realize its a book. I lean in to get a closer look and all of a sudden the smoke consumes me. It stings my eyes and i start to cough from the smoke entering my lungs. I step back to get some fresh air but the smoke moves with me. I begin to run but the smoke is so thick i cant see where i am going. As i reach for my dagger, I trip and land flat on my face. I groan and roll over, realizing the smoke has drifted away, the fire gone. Was it ever even there? It isnt until i stand up that i realize what i tripped over. Its the book. The book that i saw burning a few seconds ago. I cautiously pick up the book expecting it to be hot but it isnt. It doesnt look like its been touches at all, let alone on fire. The book is covered in a deep purple velvet and a gold spine. Without thinking i open it to the first page and gasp as i read what it says. _Property of Jayne Alder. _ __ __ How can this book be mine if i’ve never seen it? But I dont have time to think about where this book came from or how it was in the fire one second and on the ground the next. Someone is is coming out of the woods. Not just any someone, the prince. I slip the purple book into the middle of the stack I took from the bookshop and rush back towards town before the prince can see me.

“I’m scared..” Mave mumbles, a bit of tears welling in her eyes as her small fingers tighten around a lump of her older sister’s gown. “Don’t be.” Roselyn responds, anticipation creeping into her voice as the cloud of dark magic moves closer. “Mommy said not to go this far out..” Mave whispers, stumbling as Roselyn starts walking towards it. “Ros…” Mave’s eyes start to water- Roselyn whirls around, placing her hands on Mave’s soft shoulders. “Mave. You’re always going to be safe if you stay by sissy, alright?” Roselyn says in reassurance as her eyes flit between Mave’s. “Alright?” She repeats, hands squeezing Mave’s shoulders. Mave nods, Roselyn smiles. She turns back around, long gown flowing in the wind as the furious storm of dark magic precedes closer. She starts walking towards the storm, keeping Mave close behind her. Standing a few feet infront of it, her gown clings to her body. The wind rages on though everything seems quiet to Roselyn as she outstretches her hand up to the storm. The electricity of it crackles towards her. A jolt rages throughout her as her eyes glow bright purple. The magic was too overwhelming for her.. Roselyn’s body grows limp, collapsing as the purple dulls and the world keeps spinning.

There she stood,in the middle of the heath, a gentle wind brushing against her as she stared at the city she once called home. Above the towers, a mournful purple cloud of smoke spiraled into the sky, engulfing the place where she had experienced years of laughter and love. Those towers held her childhood, the echoes of joy as vibrant as the colors of dawn. Yet now, as she looked at the smoke, an aching emptiness spread through her heart, and something in her shattered. Memories flooded her mind—the warm glow of the dining room where her family had shared countless meals, her mother’s laughter ringing like music in her ears, and her father’s warm smile. But now those moments felt like distant dreams, slipping away like grains of sand through her fingers. She could feel the void expanding within her, swallowing her whole. She had been too late, and a heavy sense of failure weighed down her spirit. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she witnessed the smoke creeping across the other two towers, consuming everything she had ever cherished. What would her parents have thought of the choices she had made if they still be alive? Would they have felt heartbreak at her choices, the path she had walked? But now, all she could feel was the crushing weight of regret. Her battle was over, and she had lost. The thought of moving to another part of the kingdom felt cold and empty. And yet, she knew she had to go, to hide from the shadows of her past. There, she would reflect on the choices she had taken. One thing was certain: she would never return to this city again.

Two ugly colors AI generated scene Weary and dreary

From where I stand, there is an ominous presence I can’t fathom. The scenery has turned to a gloomy outpouring of misery, but I hope what is sure to come will be filled with mystery. The ground is glistening with morning dewdrops from the cloudy sky. A purple haze appears in the distance, sparking a debate about what it is. The closer, I get, the more it looks like a portal. Where does it lead to, is the question?