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FFM 2018 Day 16: Internal Overreaction
       Alec starts to walk across the cafeteria before he can question himself.  Unfortunately, the new kid is sitting at a table on the other side of the room, so there is still plenty of time for that.
       Oh, God, what am I doing?  He’s not gonna like me.  Why would he like me?  It’s been a week.  That’s more than enough time for everyone to tell him why he should hate me.  Heck, he looks smart.  He’s probably figured out all the reasons himself.  I should sit back down.  I should sit back down before I make my social life even worse-
       “H-hey!  How’s it… how’s it going?”  Alec’s voice is the pitch of a dog whistle as he takes the seat next to the new kid.  Fantastic.  Just fan-tas-tic.
       The other student jerks his head up from his f
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FFM 2018 Day 15: Known Only in Whispers
       Kukull had heard the stories: an underground labyrinth aglow with Gems and magic, connecting all the Isles and uniting them as one.  Some claimed the spirits of the First Power Masters themselves roamed the tunnels and guided dragons towards their Gems.  Others swore the network was protected by the everwatchful gaze of the Great Dragoness.  You could feel the energy in the air, it was whispered, you could sense the way dragonkind was meant to be.  But for all their glory, the stories were just that.  Stories.  Descriptions.  Words.  And words could never, ever compare to what now sprawled before them.  To... to… this.
       Well?  Don’t just stand there
gaping like a fish!  The ghost’s voice jerked them out of their reverence, and they snapped their jaw shut.  We have a Gem to find.
       Still to
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FFM 2018 Day 14: To Fly, One Must Fall
       Swooping into the office of the Great Golden Drake unannounced was considered unwise at the very least, but Tenchii didn’t have the time or state of mind to consider much of anything.  She landed on the diagram the gigantic dragon was analyzing, causing him to jerk his head back.  Then he scowled.
       “I don’t appreciate this, General.
       Your intrusion had best be important.

       “Sir, I must ask you to rethink your decision regarding Astia.”  She had intended to make her voice sound practical, but once she began speaking, the words wouldn’t stop.  “She’s one of the most skilled soldiers the army has ever seen.  Even if she can no longer participate in aerial combat, there are still plenty of ways she can be useful.  To throw away her life like this would be to waste a- an invaluable asset-
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FFM 2018 Day 13: Misguided Teachings
       “...and those are all the different types of Power.”  Verhall waved at the diagram on the chalkboard one last time before turning to look at his students.  “Any questions?”
       Tiny, pale green claws went into the air.
       “Yes, Azzab?”
       “What if you don’t get a Power?”
       “Ooh!  Ooh!  I know!” Another hatchling leapt to her feet before Verhall could respond.  “My big brother told me that if you don’t get a Power, you die!
       Several of the young dragons let out cries of alarm, and Verhall raised his voice to try and prevent pure pandemonium.  “No, no, don’t be silly!  That isn’t the least bit true-”
       “Yeah!  You don’t die, you just turn
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FFM 2018 Day 12: Time Keeps Ticking
       “Another failure?”
       “Yeah…”
       “That makes it… what, eighty-two times now?  Maybe you sh-”
       “Don’t point it out!
       “Sorry!  Sorry…”
       “I’m going back again.”
       “That’s what I was gonna say.  You should take a break, get some rest.”
       “I can’t stop now!
       “You’re trying to change history with a time machine.  Taking a break literally cannot affect your progress.”
       “I’ll lose my focus.  I have to keep going, no matter what.”
       “...Do you, though?”
     
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FFM 2018 Day 11: A Shot in the Dark
       There is a stillness in the air.
       It is an odd thing to notice upon first waking up, but the cloying, static nature of it almost seems like the reason they’ve come out of their slumber.  Their clothes protest the sensation of consciousness, heavy and rough and weighing them down.  So they lay there.  Waiting.  For what?  They don’t know.
       ‘They’.  There should be something else, right?  Something more… more specific…
       Whatever they’re searching for, they cannot find it, and the unease of this spurs them to at last to open their eyes.  Tree trunks the color of soot stretch upwards into a darkness that could be obsidian leaves or simply gloom.  They sit up and look around.  Only trees.  Their fingers curl into fists, leaving marks in the dark gray dirt.  This isn’t where-
 
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FFM 2018 Day 10: Family Matters
       Francis squinted at the very old, very human-looking woman in the seat next to xem.  “Your g-grandson… is a dragon?
       “Yes, he is,” she chuckled.  “And a rambunctious one, too!  Tricking people into servitude, making up riddles with unusual dishware… his mother told me he once convinced some soldiers he was actually the devil!  But don’t worry.  Young dragons make all sorts of mistakes as they get older, and he’s got a good heart.  He just needs to learn to think a bit more before he acts.”
       “Hm.” None of that answered Francis’s implied question, but then again, perhaps it wasn’t the sort of thing you asked.  In xyr home dimension, xe wouldn’t have batted an eye at it, but this place was supposed to be a bit more structured, more… how had xyr coworker put it?
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FFM 2018 Day 9: Acclimating
       After school, the boy walks the few blocks to what he supposes is his new house and locks himself in his room before his aunt can say a word.  He can tell, on some level, that she’s different from the looming figure that had been his mother, but reading people didn’t come easily to him, and neither did overriding his instincts, and no matter how she acts, she still looks too similar.  So he stays at his desk and tries to focus on homework.  After some time, his aunt calls him for dinner, and they eat in silence.  He knows he should say something, but the thought of it makes his stomach cramp, and his appetite has been unpredictable enough as it is.  His aunt told him yesterday that she respects this, even if she doesn’t understand it, but he keeps glancing at her anyway, waiting for this semblance of peace to come crashing down.  If she notices, she doesn’t scold him for it.
     
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FFM 2018 Day 8: Winged No More
       Tenchii bolted towards the infirmary, ignoring the calls of the soldiers behind her.  Their words didn’t matter.  They could be reporting the end of the world and it still wouldn’t matter.  She beat her wings to give her more speed, to try and blot out the rampaging thoughts in her head.  How is this happening?  It can’t be, it can’t be, it was a skirmish, nothing like this happens in a skirmish, it just doesn’t, this can’t be happening, it can’t be it can’t be it can’t-
       She burst into the cave full of sickbeds and bustling medics.  One of them, a maned wolf with translucent wings shaped like flower petals, took notice and sent her in the right direction with a wave of his paw.  Tenchii slowed, paws going numb, as she approached the scent of Astia’s blood.
       Her mate lay asleep on the be
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FFM 2018 Day 7: Names
       I’ll try not to give in.  It was what Alec told himself, and most days, managed it.  But sometimes he found himself reflecting on how much easier it had been as a kid.  When his parents insisted everyone call him ‘Alexander’, when he didn’t realize why people gave him that sort of respect.  How exploitable he was.
       He used to be the most popular kid in his elementary school.  No, the most popular person.  The students loved him, the teachers loved him, even the lunch ladies and the janitors loved him.  He brought friends to sleepover every single weekend, and many spent weekday afternoons at his house, too.  If he saw them now, it was for a glance in the school hallway, or on social media, but that didn’t keep him from remembering their names.  Mickey Slim, who had wild black hair and a constant grin and boundless enthusiasm, who retaliate
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FFM 2018 Day 6: Come On. You're Not Hatchlings.
       The leg of a cooked Silver-Laced Rooster smacked Tropics square in the face.  “Ack!  What the- Atmosphere!
       Her sister offered her a toothy smirk, the reached out to snatch the meat before it hit the floor.  “Glad I finally got your attention.  What are you, the Arcanist?  You’ve been spacing out since you got back.”
       “I made some very important progress with the centaurs from the Snowsquall Tundra today.  We meet again in a few weeks; I need to consider the best way forward,” Tropics replied.  All of that was true.  None of it had anything to do with what she was thinking about.
       Atmosphere squinted her four eyes, then smirked.  “And this has you all hot and bothered because…?”
       “Wh-what!?”
       
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FFM 2018 Day 5: My Head is an Animal
       I suspected that a secret underground lab couldn’t exist for any good reasons, but the hallway full of people in test tubes still brings me close to fainting.
       The tubes line both sides of the hall, close together, too many to count at a glance.  Inside most of them, bodies float in a filmy white liquid, eyes closed and mouths slightly open, in between life and death.  Several of them are also in between their human and animal selves, with half-formed snouts and webbed fingers and furled wings.  If I’d eaten a proper breakfast that morning, I would throw it up.  As it is, I settle for falling to my knees and gagging.  After my stomach comes to terms with what I’m seeing, I notice black squares set into the wall next to each tube, like tablet screens.  I prop myself up on unsteady legs, approach one, and tap on it.  It lights up, presenting me with a wall of text.  A bit
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FFM 2018 Day 4: And So It Begins
       The woman sat cross-legged on the floor, a weathered book in her lap.  Her eyes ran over the room again, paranoid about forgotten objects, improper conditions.  She looked to the yellowed pages, ran down the checklist.  Twenty-two candles, one for each year of a life cut short.  A series of incenses, to evoke memories of a childhood.  Swords, knives, and arrows, representing the purpose no longer bound to a life.  A vial of demon’s dust, to signify the manner of death.  Her aching wrist and a small dish of blood, for familial connection.  A full moon amidst a clear sky, so that spirits may see where they wander without being burned away.  The book itself, with instructions and incantations and a magic all its own.  And of course, the body laying in the center of it all, dead for less than a day.
       Everything was here.  She had known that before she’d checked, and she k
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FFM 2018 Day 3: Restless Dead
       Ammolite watched the group of young dragons eat their dinners and chatter with each other.  They kept laughing, kept waving their colorful claws around as they talked, kept spilling food everywhere.  Wasting it.  Flaunting it.  Acting like their great-grandparents wouldn’t have shredded each other over the smallest scraps of the meals they now ate.  Ignoring the murderer’s blood than ran through their veins.  Pretending they deserved the magic-infused Gems around their necks.
       The ghost of a dragon raked her claws on the ground, then glared at the undisturbed dirt with frustration.  Oh, how I want to show them how wrong they are.  How much they should be punished.  Their ancestors killed me and Mother- their so-called Goddess- and they’re the ones who get to have full stomachs and peaceful homes and bright scales?
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FFM 2018 Day 2: Nothing Here, Really
       A house sits abandoned in the woods.  If it ever had any remarkable features, they have long since collapsed, or eroded, or been covered by moss and ivy.  An army of conifers towers above its remains of a roof and hide it from the rest of the world.  The few explorers and passersby who have stumbled upon it did not later describe it as haunted, with wind keening through its cracks and a sense that something had not yet left and never intended to.  Nor did they describe it as the mournful remains of a life once lived, a place whose stories and experiences had leaked out and been forgotten.  Nor did they describe it as bizarre, as a suburban-style building in the middle of a northern nowhere, with no clues as to why.  In fact, they did not ever think to describe it at all.  Even the woodland animals make no note of it when conversing in their own versions of language.  And so it stays, this unremarkable house, unknown to
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FFM 2018 Day 1: Well Now I'm Doing it to Spite You
       I hate to admit it, but this little mission of mine isn’t going as planned.
       The problem is not so simple as a matter of security; I can count the staff I’ve seen on one hand, and even if I couldn’t, the squawking and roaring and stomping of all the animals could blot out someone in rusty armor.  No, the difficulties I’m facing revolve around the layout.  The castle grounds are so riddled with irregular pathways and inexplicable dead ends that I had to bring the map rather than memorize it, and that got burned to a crisp before I made it through the first dragon enclosure.  I’ve gotten myself into and out of more cages than I can count, with nothing but probably poisonous bites and scratches to show for it.  And fury.  I have quite a bit of pent-up fury to show for it as well.  I suppose that’s what I get for practicing this ninja business recreati
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       Alec starts to walk across the cafeteria before he can question himself.  Unfortunately, the new kid is sitting at a table on the other side of the room, so there is still plenty of time for that.
       Oh, God, what am I doing?  He’s not gonna like me.  Why would he like me?  It’s been a week.  That’s more than enough time for everyone to tell him why he should hate me.  Heck, he looks smart.  He’s probably figured out all the reasons himself.  I should sit back down.  I should sit back down before I make my social life even worse-
       “H-hey!  How’s it… how’s it going?”  Alec’s voice is the pitch of a dog whistle as he takes the seat next to the new kid.  Fantastic.  Just fan-tas-tic.
       The other student jerks his head up from his food and stares at Alec.  Several seconds pass.  Alec resists the urge to check if anyone is watching.  They probably are.  Or maybe they’re not.  He isn’t sure which would feel worse.
       “So I, uh, I saw you sitting here and, well, you’ve been… you’ve been doing that all week, sitting here, um, alone, and I thought you could, I dunno, use some… company?  I guess?” Alec slaps on a grin that he knows looks awkward and suspicious, but what else can he do?
       The kid keeps staring, shoulders stiff.  He won’t quite meet Alec’s eyes.  Alec hadn’t thought he’d put any hope into this encounter, but he must have, because now he feels it fizzle into nothing and leave that familiar ache in his chest.  He takes a deep breath, hoping it’ll stave off the tears that feel like they need to show up to every single situation.  God, why am I such a crybaby?
       “Uhhh… not much of a talker, then?”
       The kid starts, then looks down at his fidgeting hands.  He doesn’t nod, but doesn’t speak, either, so the question is answered regardless.  Or he just doesn’t want to talk to Alec, and otherwise he’s got all sorts of marvelous things to say.  Yeah.  Probably that.
       The silence stretches on.  Alec’s guts try to earn a Boy Scout knot-tying badge.  He looks at the lunchbox in his hands, emptied of the food he now regrets eating.  Then the bell rings.  Thank God.  Except he stands up too fast, then stays still too long mentally berating himself.  The kid is still there.  He needs to say something.  No, anything.  Anything that isn’t stupid.
       “Well, um… bye!”
       So much for that.
       He turns to leave- maybe to go to class, maybe to cry in the bathroom- but then the new kid stands up, also too fast, and with too much noise.  His voice is both whisper and feather-soft.  “Sorry.”
       Alec looks at the kid, who looks at the floor.  The quiet hurts less, somehow.  “It’s… it’s okay.”
       The kid glaces up, catches his gaze for just a moment.  Then they both hurry to classes they won’t be able to focus on.
FFM 2018 Day 16: Internal Overreaction
*Stage whispers* It's gaaaaayyyyyyy
Remember this piece?  fav.me/dcgl73o To be honest, I'd kind of rather not (that challenge was awful), but hey!  It's Alec again!  And in a better mental state, too!  ...Slightly, anyway.  On a different note, I keep having trouble writing the fantastical elements of his story into things, so they just... get left out???  And I don't know how to fix this???  Eh, whatever.  I'll figure it out.
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       Kukull had heard the stories: an underground labyrinth aglow with Gems and magic, connecting all the Isles and uniting them as one.  Some claimed the spirits of the First Power Masters themselves roamed the tunnels and guided dragons towards their Gems.  Others swore the network was protected by the everwatchful gaze of the Great Dragoness.  You could feel the energy in the air, it was whispered, you could sense the way dragonkind was meant to be.  But for all their glory, the stories were just that.  Stories.  Descriptions.  Words.  And words could never, ever compare to what now sprawled before them.  To... to… this.
       Well?  Don’t just stand there
gaping like a fish!  The ghost’s voice jerked them out of their reverence, and they snapped their jaw shut.  We have a Gem to find.
       Still too stunned for words, Kukull nodded, then started down the passage, claws clinking on the countless glittering stones.
FFM 2018 Day 15: Known Only in Whispers
Kukull's back!  I would've written something longer, but a) I started a writing camp today (where there are also other activities and specific things to write about), so there wasn't as much time, b) I couldn't think of a good response to "Heist", and honestly, this doesn't fit well, either (but when is that new?), and c) I'm considering changing the Gem Kukull ends up getting, but I don't know if I want to contradict what I've already written here.  This piece is almost directly after this one, by the way: fav.me/dbi68mx (Side note: Kukull and all his ancestors probably went into the Gem Caves rarely, if at all; they feared being found by Powerful dragons or somehow punished by the ghosts mentioned in the story, or just exposure to the magic itself.  They want to believe that they could use it, but they're still afraid of it.)
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       Swooping into the office of the Great Golden Drake unannounced was considered unwise at the very least, but Tenchii didn’t have the time or state of mind to consider much of anything.  She landed on the diagram the gigantic dragon was analyzing, causing him to jerk his head back.  Then he scowled.
       “I don’t appreciate this, General.
       Your intrusion had best be important.

       “Sir, I must ask you to rethink your decision regarding Astia.”  She had intended to make her voice sound practical, but once she began speaking, the words wouldn’t stop.  “She’s one of the most skilled soldiers the army has ever seen.  Even if she can no longer participate in aerial combat, there are still plenty of ways she can be useful.  To throw away her life like this would be to waste a- an invaluable asset-”
       “A flightless soldier is a dead soldier,” the Drake hissed.
       “Besides, Wing-ed soldiers must fly to fight.
       “It’s the definition of who we are.

       “I’ve given you reports on her; you know how well she’s done, how well she can still do,” Tenchii insisted.  “And the most important part of this army should be its cause.  A Winged who sacrifices their gift for that cause is no less one of us for it; if anything, they are more.”  Her voice broke on the last word, echoing in the cavernous room.
       The Drake paused, then leaned so close that she could feel his breath ruffle her fur.  Its warmth didn’t stop a shudder from running down her spine.
       “She fought for the cause; now she dies for it.
       That is what every Wing-ed should do.
       I will not tolerate weakness, Tenchii.
       Not from flightless soldiers… and not from
you.”
       She stiffened, realizing the cold-blooded understanding in his eyes.  He knew.  He knew, so he wouldn’t listen.  She dropped her head, then turned the movement into a shaky bow.  “Yes, sir.  I understand.”
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       “There has to be a way out of this, there has to be-”
       “Tenchii, enough.” Astia lay on Tenchii’s bed, immobile and swathed in bandages, but her voice stopped Tenchii’s pacing all the same.  “Panic isn’t going to solve anything.  We should just… value the time we have left.”
       “I’m not losing you, Astia!” She lashed her tail and raked her claws on the stone floor.  “I’ll find the right words, I’ll convince him to give you reprieve, or delay it, or- or something-
       “There is nothing we can do, Tenchii.”  The two cats stared at one another in silence.  Astia’s eyes were not meant for such resignation.  “I die at sundown.  Like any honorable Winged would.”
       Tenchii walked to her mate’s good side, lay down, and buried her face in her striped fur.  “I-I… I can’t… I can’t do this, Astia, I-- this isn’t-- I’m not-”
       “Shhh,” Astia whispered.  She covered her mate with her good wing and purred; not contentment, but attempted comfort.  “I love you.”
       “I love you, too.”
       There was nothing else to say.
                       ///
       Tenchii’s view was too close and too far away.  She couldn’t watch, but she had to.  She shouldn’t, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
       Before the Drake, Astia looked so small.
       “This animal has lost her gift of flight
       And so she can no longer serve this cause.
       Therefore, the time has come to send her off
       So that we may continue and be strong.

       At the sound of her… of it, Tenchii’s body numbed.
       It was over.
                       ///
       Tenchii wasn’t sure what her aim had been when she’d flown straight for Magic-Touched territory in the dead of night, but this… she never could have imagined this.
       “You’re… Winged,” she murmured to the scarred and scowling lynx, peering at the stumps where wings had once grown.  “But… how it the world did you survive that?”
       “It’s not your business,” the lynx snarled.  “And I’m not one of you anymore.  You would’ve let me die.  It’s the Magic-Touched who saved me, who wanted me.  Not you.”
       “I…”  Tenchii wilted as the memories replayed and made her grief-shot all over again.  “I understand.  My mate, she… she was rendered flightless in battle, so…”
       The lynx’s face morphed into something less hostile.  “Oh.”
       “I wanted to blame your kind for it.  To take it out on you, but… you’re right.  It’s not your fault.”  She looked back to the mountain, stomach twisting at the traitorous thought.  “It’s his.
       “Well, the Serpent Mage isn’t the greatest leader, either.” Tenchii turned to the lynx in surprise.  “She may not kill us, but she’s distrustful of us.  I need charms to do magic, so I and the Ordinary animals aren’t seen as a threat, but… she’s tortured supposed dissenters more than once.”
       Tenchii sighed.  “So it seems we both serve the wrong side.”
       A pause.  Then the lynx smirked.  “We don’t have to.”
       “What?”
       “We can’t be the only ones who are tired of this.  Tired of terrible leaders, tired of losing our loved ones, tired of war.  If we can find others like us, if we can rally them, then maybe we can put a stop to all of this.  For good.
       Tenchii blinked at the sudden resolve in the lynx’s eyes.  “And… how do we do that?”
       “You’re a General.  You’ve already got troops ready to follow you, and if the other Generals feel the same way, you’ll have even more.”
       “And you?”
       The lynx’s smirk widened into a grin.  “I’m well-versed in the art of insubordination.  After all, I’ve already figured out how to sneak out of camp in the middle of the night to practice magic, haven’t I?  Trust me; this can work.
       Tenchii let out something like a chuckle, felt something like hope.  “You make a compelling argument.”
       The lynx chucked back.  “Oh, I know.
FFM 2018 Day 14: To Fly, One Must Fall
WOO!  This challenge is RIDICULOUS!  But I DID it!  YEAH!
I didn't think I'd be returning to this universe so soon!  ...Or that I'd have to decide whether or not to kill off Astia so soon.  I really didn't want to bury any gays, but it was a necessary plot point, and I also didn't want to not include any representation at all, so... yeah.  Sorry, Astia.  You will be missed.
CHALLENGE:
Element One: The Great Golden Drake is speaking in verse, if the format didn't make that obvious.  Why is he also speaking in italics?  He... probably doesn't, actually, but I felt it made the dialogue easier to distinguish.  I'm lucky I have a knack for rhythm, or this would've been even more difficult than it already was.  (Note: 'every' has three syllables for the purpose of this, and 'Winged' is pronounced as 'Wing-ed' in this universe, because it sounds cooler and also makes the iambic pentameter work.  It's emphasized in the Drake's dialogue for the second reason.)
Element Two: Sorry again, Astia...
Element Three: The ten words are aerial, useful, shudder (as a noun), cold-blooded, reprieve (as a noun), numbed (to numb), grief-shot, hostile, distrustful, and tortured (to torture), PLUS the two bonus words resolve (as a noun) and sneak.
Element Four: The lynx (who is Nuzé, by the way) may not quite match up, personality-wise, but her goal to overthrow not one, but two unjust leaders fits pretty well.  If you couldn't tell from her speech, she's been considering this option for a while.
Element Five: Word Count: 962, which is 37*26, and I DIDN'T HAVE TO ADD OR CUT OUT ANY WORDS, HECK YEAH (Granted, several of those words are actually two words with a hyphen in between them, but Google Docs counts them as one word so SO WILL I!)
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       “...and those are all the different types of Power.”  Verhall waved at the diagram on the chalkboard one last time before turning to look at his students.  “Any questions?”
       Tiny, pale green claws went into the air.
       “Yes, Azzab?”
       “What if you don’t get a Power?”
       “Ooh!  Ooh!  I know!” Another hatchling leapt to her feet before Verhall could respond.  “My big brother told me that if you don’t get a Power, you die!
       Several of the young dragons let out cries of alarm, and Verhall raised his voice to try and prevent pure pandemonium.  “No, no, don’t be silly!  That isn’t the least bit true-”
       “Yeah!  You don’t die, you just turn evil!”
       “No way!  It’s simple: all adult dragons have a Power, so if you don’t get one, you don’t grow up!”
       “My brother wouldn’t lie, guys!  You totally die-”
       “Enough!” Verhall flared out his wings and sent a gust of air through the room.  The hatchlings yelped in surprise, then turned their attention back to him.  He composed himself.  “Nothing will happen if you don’t get a Power because it’s impossible not to get one.  No dragon has ever gone into the Gem Caves and come out without a Power Gem.  Even if a dragon does not go into the Caves when they are old enough, the magic will come looking for its User and convince them to go and get their Gem.  You have nothing to worry about.  Now, are there any other questions?”
       Another set of claws went up.
       “Yes, Kizat?”
       “My aunt swears that she saw a dragon with no Power,” the hatchling answered.  Verhall held in a sigh.  “He didn’t have a Gem or anything.  She says it's 'cause some dragons didn’t like the First Power Masters or magic, and they never got any, and there are still dragons like that.”
       “Well… it is true that some dragons didn’t agree with the First Power Masters,” Verhall began, “but that group could never prosper the way everyone else could.  They refused to become the kind and peaceful dragons the Power Masters wanted them to, and a group of hateful dragons in a world of kind ones couldn’t last very long.  Certainly not this long.”
       “But she saw one!” Kizat protested.  “She did!
       “I do not want to insult your aunt, Kizat, but that simply can’t be true.  There are no Powerless dragons.  They either changed their ways and became Powerful, or they ceased to be, all long before you or I hatched.”
       The young dragon pouted, but said no more, and the other students didn’t raise their claws.  Satisfied, Verhall turned back to the board and continued to teach.
FFM 2018 Day 13: Misguided Teachings
Welp, here's a character I never thought I'd use again!  (fav.me/d90rtxy) He's still more or less a filler character, though (or an... exposition character).  Although given context, this scene is a bit less lighthearted than his other one...  In reality, Powerless dragons (like Kukull: fav.me/dbf9cps fav.me/dbi68mx) have lived in hiding for thousands of years, afraid of facing the ramifications of their ancestor's actions.  Some dragons, like Verhall, would likely accept them and try to give them magic (though if the Powerless flat-out couldn't use magic, I doubt the reaction would be pretty), while others... would justify Kukull's fears, let's say.  I might get more in-depth with that in a later piece?  Who knows.
Word Count: 445.
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       “Another failure?”
       “Yeah…”
       “That makes it… what, eighty-two times now?  Maybe you sh-”
       “Don’t point it out!
       “Sorry!  Sorry…”
       “I’m going back again.”
       “That’s what I was gonna say.  You should take a break, get some rest.”
       “I can’t stop now!
       “You’re trying to change history with a time machine.  Taking a break literally cannot affect your progress.”
       “I’ll lose my focus.  I have to keep going, no matter what.”
       “...Do you, though?”
       “Yes!  There has to be a way to change what happened that day.  If I can figure it out, if I can help him, the world will be so much better.  I need to do this.”
       “What if you… can’t change it?”
       “What?”
       “Think about it.  You’ve tried this almost a hundred times, and nothing’s happened.  Maybe it’s just… fixed, or something.  Maybe it’s not supposed to be changed.”
       “No!  I refuse to believe that the forces of the universe would want to throw away all of his potential.  He doesn’t deserve that!”
       “You know ‘deserving stuff’ has nothing to do with it.  Besides… he certainly seemed okay with it.”
       “He didn’t know any better!  He didn’t know how much he could have mattered, how important he could have been.  He had so many ideas, so many goals; if I could just convince him to do something else that day, he wouldn’t have to waste them!”
       “But he didn’t waste them!  He spent every single minute of his life pursuing them!  And he was happy, wasn’t he?  You told me yourself.  He wanted to do what he did, even if it was dangerous.”
       “... He wanted to do more.  He wanted to make things better.  Just think of how he could have improved everything if-”
       “Well he didn’t, okay?  He didn’t get the chance.  He did one big, crazy thing and lost the opportunity to do anything else.  But that was his decision.  He chose to do it, whether he saw the consequences or not.  And maybe it’s the universe, or maybe it’s just him, but… something tells me you can’t change that.”
       “Then what can I do?”
       “Well, you can find another piece of the past to mess around with and try to improve the present... or you could go out there and improve the present yourself.  What do you think?”
       “... That’s a decision I can get behind.”
FFM 2018 Day 12: Time Keeps Ticking
Ah, vague dialogue nonsense.  How I have missed thee.  Also, time travel is confusing to write even when it isn't actually happening.  Are all those tenses correct?  Does the existence of the time machine make sense?  Who knows!
CHALLENGE:
Dying Moment of Awesome: It didn't have to be the main character, right?  The guy they're talking about went and got himself killed doing something heroic.  It's a pretty nice way to go out, if out is the direction in which you must go.
Implied: Yes?  The word death and other associated words are never mentioned, but I'm pretty sure I got the point across.  I think.
Wannabe Character: The character trying to go back and save the stupidly heroic dude is trying to change the world for the better and be a hero in their own right; hence why they admire the dude so much, and why their friend's argument works.
Word Count: 391.
Totally not using this to vent about my frustrations over the decisions of people who've been dead for over 200 years...
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I mentioned a while back that I was preparing an art blog, and guess what?  It's finally here!  I'm starting off by posting Inktober stuff, as well as this year's very belated art of August.  Check it out!  spacedoutwitch.tumblr.com/

I know there's a way to make small announcements, but I have forgotten how, and do people even pay attention to those, anyway?
  • Listening to: Bastille's Bad Blood album
  • Reading: "Typical American" by Gish Jen
  • Watching: Bojack Horseman
  • Playing: Flight Rising, I guess? I've been busy...
  • Eating: Pizza
  • Drinking: Gatorade

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