I may have skipped the last step because I came up with the plot and setting the second I started writing the character descriptions, lol

kksysy wrote:

I may have skipped the last step because I came up with the plot and setting the second I started writing the character descriptions, lol

omg samee

CodeRoyalty wrote:

kksysy wrote:

I may have skipped the last step because I came up with the plot and setting the second I started writing the character descriptions, lol

omg samee

lol

Dilek10 wrote:

For the plot, do we have to use the plot generator?

here's what bakie told me to say

it is not nessacary as i do understand your pain </3 but at least use the prompt generator for that section. you do not need to incorperate it in the 1k word part, but for the 100 points plot part you should be able to write at least 100 words planning/outlineing. you dont need to stick to it ^^

I'm honestly confused, but I'll try my best:

Plant: Ficus
A versatile and tough group of plants often grown indoors, Ficus comes in all sorts of forms, ranging from creeping vine to giant tree. Its glossy leaves grow in a variety of colors and patterns. And even though this cousin of the edible fig is a tropical plant, it survives in a wide variety of conditions,

Fear: Claustrophobia (huh that's weird. Welp it's easier now since I can relate because I also have claustrophobia)
Fear of having no escape

Plot: To save her own life, she would have to kill.
this is dark ngl

List of ice cream: Cookies and Cream
ooh my fav

So. My character is like a ficus.

• My character is an introvert.
  

• My character is skilled in blending into the locals.
  

• My character is either having bipolar disorder or great acting skills.
  

• My character is very adaptable their environment. (wow why do I relate so much)
  

and that's all I can think about at the moment

i literally don't know what to do next so someone help pls

Character 1:
Plant: Jasmine
Description of plant: Few plants are as well-known for their intoxicating fragrance as jasmine. The small, numerous blossoms are often intense enough to fill a room and can be enjoyed from several yards away in a garden. There are many species and styles of jasmine available, most of which make a deliciously fragrant addition to the garden.
Name: Aura
Traits:

• Delicate
  
• Center of Attention
  
• Quiet
  
• Prefers Group Work
  
• Loyal
  
• Has Astraphobia (the fear of thunder and lightning)
  
• Sensitive
  
• Tame Mind
  
• Kind
  
• Connected to nature
  
• Forgiving
  
• Bookworm
  
• Accidents can happen when she feels upset, sad, angry, or frustrated
  
  Aura is a calm, delicate, kind and beautiful girl. She was once an optimistic and outgoing child. However, due to the fact that her brother was struck by lightning and passed away when she was young, Aura now has an intense fear of thunder and lightning. Aura feels safer in groups and is very loyal to her friends and family, and will never dare harm anyone or anything. She has a deep connection with nature, often seeking plants out to talk with and considers them her friends. Despite the fact that she is quiet and mostly keeps to herself, she is often the center of attention in her class, and people welcome her almost anywhere. Aura has a very tame mind, almost never spiralling out of control. All her traits make her a teacher’s pet, though she doesn’t mind. She’s also quite sensitive, easily getting upset when one of her plant friends get hurt, though she’s also very forgiving. +159 words
  
  Character 2:
  Plant: Philodendron
  Plant Descriptionhilodendrons are one of the easiest houseplants you can possibly grow. Whether you choose upright or trailing/climbing types, they are perfectly happy in a home setting. Even beginner gardeners are usually successful at growing these plants. Philodendrons are very low maintenance and can sit idle for long periods. You can train them up a trellis or simply leave them to their own devices; philodendrons will survive no matter what.
  
  Name: Ms.Barbara
  Traits:
  
• Easygoing
  
• Very Go-With-The-Flow
  
• Expects much from her students
  
• Feels Comfortable Working On Her Own
  
• Patient
  
• Skilled With Computers
  
• Doesn’t Mind Being Squashed In a Tiny Place or chair
  
• Optimistic
  
• Is a Rebellion
  
• Listener
  
  Ms.Barbara is a happy and optimistic teacher, always ready to face what the day would bring. When she finds herself in situations, she can always go with the flow and find a way to break out of the problem. She is a particularly good listener, always being there to help her students whenever they get scared, frustrated, or out of control. However, she also expects much from her students, which makes her a bit of an overachiever sometimes. Ms.Barbara is also a strict rebellion, petitioning against the acts that she finds unfair, especially ones involving animal abuse, environmental problems or civil rights. She is never afraid to share her voice with others or give a lecture. She is also an independent woman, strong and steady in every step she takes. This doesn’t limit her humor however, and she isn’t afraid to share jokes with her class and fellow teachers. None of her students have ever disobeyed her.+159
  Story plot:
  The prompt I got for my story was “He had never seen anything like it in twenty years of teaching”, and the fear I got for my character Aura was astraphobia, the fear of thunder and lightning. So maybe Ms.Barbara assigns the students the job of researching thunderstorms, but Aura is too scared to do the task. This causes her to disobey the teacher. However, when Ms.Barbara tries to talk to her, she gets nervous which causes her to unleash her powers by accident and conjure up a thunderstorm that terrifies Aura, who still refuses to talk to the teacher. +102 words
  
  Setting:
  My setting is based off of the ice cream flavor Choc Chip Cookie Dough, and the land is called Maluhia, the hawaiian word for peace.
  
  Maluhia is an island, often known as the land of ocean and nature, where the ocean and nature meet. This island floats just above the waters of the ocean, and spiralling stairways have been built around the island, which reach down to the water, providing both a fishing place and swimming area, where children and adults like to play in the waves with dolphins and more marine life. A small town sits in the middle of this island. The town is called Kai.
  
  Kai is home to the most easygoing people of Maluhia, and the residents of Kai have a deep connection and respect for nature. With rolling hills, chocolatey-brown dirt, and creamy white clouds, Kai is the most magnificent place in all of Maluhia. Modern technology can also be found in Kai, brought to this town by foreigners from other lands. The houses in Kai are often painted with green and blue, the colors of the sea and sky. These houses also often have paintings of coral, seaweed, marine creatures, or sand creatures(depending on their family ancestors) on the roof, and the bases of the houses are painted with leaves, flowers, and trees, which all represent the people’s appreciation for nature, which helps them do everyday tasks like cooking and cleaning. Water spirits would come to visit Maluhia everyday and fill the wells with fresh water. +254 words
  
  
  Story
  “Aura! Wake up!” Aura’s mom yelled.
  
  “Mom. . . Why do you have to yell all the time?” Grumbled Aura.
  
  “Because you never get up, that’s why!” Her mother replied.
  
  “Okay, okay, I’m getting up.”
  
  Aura hummed as she showered, brushed her teeth, and changed out of her PJs. It was yet another glorious day in Kai. The sun was shining, the wind was a soft, welcoming breeze, and the sky was clear with no gray clouds to dampen her current mood. It was a perfect day. After having breakfast, she skipped out of her cottage and took a moment to admire the view around her; the sunlight sparkling on the vast ocean like light reflecting off of a mirror, graceful dolphins and seals having a splash fight in the calm ocean waves, and the happy citizens around them, chatting happily as they did their chores. Aura’s eye caught the sight of two girls. One with smooth, shiny turquoise colored hair spun into locks and blue eyes. The other had green hair which landed at her elbows and eyes brown as the Earth. The two girls waved Aura over to join them. Aura flipped her strawberry blonde braid over her shoulder and ran over to join the girls, her besties.
  
  “Aquamarina! Floria!” Cried Aura. “It’s so nice to see you!”
  
  Aquamarina smiled “Well, let’s not waste any more time just standing here and get off to school!”
  
  The girls ran past the rolling hills, majestic trees and beautiful shorelines, only stopping once to admire the white swans at the Hulu Keʻokeʻo Lake, the lake of white feathered swans. Finally, their school came into sight. Maʻemaʻe High was a magnificent sight. There were color changing trees everywhere around the school. Along with trees came twittering songbirds of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Their teacher Ms.Barbara greeted them as they walked into their classroom.
  
  “Good morning, girls,” Said Ms.Barbara
  
  “Good morning Ms.Barbara” Aura and her friends replied.
  
  Aura took a seat at her desk, with Aquamarina and Floria on the left and right sides of her. Soon all the tables and chairs in the class were full, and the teacher was ready to begin the lesson.
  
  “Okay, class,” Said Ms.Barbara. “Today we will be studying thunder and lightning.”
  
  “Oh, no. . .” Thought Aura. She had astraphobia, the fear of thunder and lightning. And here was her teacher wanting her to research thunder and lightning? What? “I can’t do this. . .” Thought Aura. Years ago, when she was very young, her brother had been struck by a bolt of lightning when they were outside playing in the rain. He hadn’t survived, and since then, Aura had sworn to herself never to go outside when it was stormy. Her heart had shattered into a million pieces of stone and her confidence had been erased. . .and she had never been able to make it through another stormy night without shedding tears ever since. Her brother was the kindest person she knew, and was able to calm her every fear. He was the responsible one too, and was the person who taught Aura manners. . . Aura almost thought she wouldn’t be able to survive without him, but she was doing just fine. However, every now and then the thought would drop into the middle of her mind and break her concentration. . .She would think of his last-
  
  “No! What am I doing?” Aura asked herself. Shaking her head to banish the thoughts, Aura looked up to find everyone staring at her. How embarrassing!
  
  “Aura, are you okay?” Ms.Barbara asked. “Class, everyone return to your research. And Aura, come with me.”
  
  Ms.Barbara walked to her desk, and Aura followed.
  
  “Aura, is something wrong?” Ms.Barbara asked. “You seem upset about something.”
  
  “I- uh. . .” Aura stuttered. “I was just-”
  
  BOOM! CRASH!
  
  “Oh, I see. You were concentrating on making a thunderstorm so the class can study them better.” Said Ms.Barbara. “Nicely do- Aura?”
  
  Meanwhile, Aura had run away to hide behind the bulletin board. She couldn’t believe her magic had just conjured up a thunderstorm - her worst fear! What a curse!
  
  “Aura?” Ms.Barbara said. “What are you doing behind the bulletin board?”
  
  “I- I-” Aura mumbled.
  
  “Okay, you need time to calm down and think.” Ms.Barbara said. “Come tell me when you’re ready, ok?”
  
  “O- Okay.” Said Aura.
  
  She stared at the window next to her as Ms.Barbara walked away to help another member of the class. Lightning flashed outside the window, seeming to glare at her and give her a grin. Aura shuddered and remembered the day her brother got struck by lightning. Even her braid seemed to be scared and unfurled, trapped in a river of tears that would never dry up. Tears were not ordinary water. They carried memories of the past. Aura’s tears carried only one thing: sadness. BOOM! CRASH! The thunder and lightning outside bore into Aura’s memories and pulled the memories of the fateful day out of her mind. Something about the storm tempted her hand, which reached over to open the window. The lightning flashed then flew into the classroom, settling by Aura. Just when she was about to scream, the bolt turned into. . .a ghost? Something seemed familiar about that ghost, covered in pale blue light. Something cold and warm at the same time.
  
  “Austin?”
  
  Austin smiled “Hi Aura”
  
  “What’s the purpose of being a lightning bolt and scaring me?”
  
  “Sorry,” Austin said. “Shapeshifting class. You know I love lightning, right? Why were you scared anyways?”
  
  Aura stared down at the ground. “You don’t want to know.”
  
  “Come on. Give. Tell me.” Austin said. “Why are you suddenly keeping secrets?”
  
  Aura sighed. “Fine. The day you got struck by lightning, it became my enemy. Does that answer your question?”
  
  Austin just stared. “You started hating lighting. . .because it struck me?”
  
  “It was that I feared lightning, not hated it.” Aura said.
  
  “Okay. I think you should know something.” Said Austin.
  
  “What?”
  
  “I also feared lightning when I was about the same age as you. That was until mother bought me a lightning lamp.”
  
  “Lightning. . .Lamp. What?”
  
  “Basically a lava lamp, but with lightning.” Replied Austin. “Here, let me make you one.”
  
  Austin pulled thunder and lightning from outside the room and shaped it into a lamp. Then, he filled it all up with rain water from outside.
  
  “Here you go, now you don’t have to be afraid of lightning!” Said Austin.
  
  Aura was at first hesitant to take the lamp. She took it anyway, and tried to be resistant to the wonder of the glowing lamp. However, she soon fell under the spell of the lightning lamp and gave in. Suddenly, the crashing lightning and the rolling thunder didn’t bother her anymore. They were rather. . .Welcoming.
  
  Aura smiled at Austin “Thanks, brother. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  
  Austin only smiled before shifting back into a lightning bolt and flying back out the window. As Aura stood up to go back to class, she heard the wind whisper in her ear “See you at your birthday party”. Aura smiled and ran back to join the class.
  
  “So Aura, I see you decided to join us. Ms.Barbara called. Come do some research!”
  
  That day when she got home, the first thing she said was “Mom! Dad! You won’t believe what happened today.”
  
  
  The End
  
  +1,229 words(not including “The end”
  
  Total number of words written
  1,903 words! WOOHOO (not including bullet points, flower descriptions, or "+*insert number* words)
  
  +3,000 points for mystery B)

honeybreeze wrote:

Dilek10 wrote:

For the plot, do we have to use the plot generator?

here's what bakie told me to say

it is not nessacary as i do understand your pain </3 but at least use the prompt generator for that section. you do not need to incorperate it in the 1k word part, but for the 100 points plot part you should be able to write at least 100 words planning/outlineing. you dont need to stick to it ^^

Thanks!

zparkly wrote:

woo daily speedrun time

Weekly not daily xD

Characters:

Main character: Amaryllis Lovesong

XxLion_PrincessxX wrote:

Characters:

Main character: Amaryllis Lovesong

WHAT?! I WROTE MORE THAN THIS! WHAT HAPPENED?!

XxLion_PrincessxX wrote:

XxLion_PrincessxX wrote:

Characters:

Main character: Amaryllis Lovesong

WHAT?! I WROTE MORE THAN THIS! WHAT HAPPENED?!

IT TOOK ME UNTIL 4:21 AM TO DO THIS!

SWC weekly 1

Characters


Blaze star smith based on flower blazing star

Blaze star smith is the main character and protagonist of the story
She is tall and stands out above the crowd , blaze suits her perfectly because if you get her mad she will literally blaze and turn into a flame.
She has light brown skin and dark black hair which kinda stands out
On her light skin but the thing about her that stands out the most is
her smile and her outstanding attitude
To do anything she sets her mind to, but her “i can do anything” attitude
can get her in big trouble but her best friend callie can pull her out in a jiffy
she also loves baking and every sunday she has a bake sale which she
calls blaze bakes and is a favorite among the older people in the town of
Shasta village she also has lots of hobbies.
Character Overview
Name: Blaze / Star
Age : 17 1/4
Favorite colours :Green,purple,grey
Hobbies: biking,bake sales,horse riding,gaming,adventure
Personality:brave,bright,determined
Quote: “No Risk No Reward”

Word Count:187








Calendula Marigold Bright based on flower calendula

Calendula Marigold Bright

Calendula Marigold Bright’s name suits her perfectly she can always look
on the bright side of things and bring the most positive energy into the
worst situations,her friends sometimes call her marigold because her
attitude is worth more than all the gold in the whole of Shasta village.
She lives with her family including her grandparents, aunts and uncles
which surprises her friends because with all that noise she manages to
keep her cool. But it helps a lot when her family “get at it ”in a really big
fight ,if it is too much she finds it safe and calm with her friends.But her
friends sometimes call her Callie because “Cale
ndula” is way too longHydra can just about say “calendula” ,she also helps out with blazes bake
sale every sunday.


Character Overview
Name: Calendula /Callie/Marigold
Age : 17 1/2
Favorite colours :Green,yellow,orange
Hobbies: reading,bake sales,horse riding,computing,coding
Personality:Smart, kind,intelligent
Quote: “Carefulness costs nothing Carelessness may cost your life”

Word count:164







Hydrangea Oakleaf based on flower hydrangea

Hydrangea or hydra as he is most known as is kinda the only boy in the group but he still has to challenge the girls once in a while as he is also
the “alpha male” as he likes to call himself but blaze won’t let him get
away with that.Blaze has been hydra’s best friend since forever, his
family moved to shasta village when he was 5 years old and him and
blaze have been friends ever since they also met callie in second grade.
Hydra lives with his parents and 2 little sisters he is apart the town’s
surf team with the girls but he works the hardest as his dad is the coach
which sometimes means he has more work than the others but his dad lets him have his fun time,his dad always says “enjoy your childhood while you still can” and he is a good boy and listens to his parents but he can get in
big trouble when he goes on one of blazes “absolutely crazy adventures”
as callie calls them but he thinks that blaze is absolutely wonderful and
Her plans may be a bit crazy but she is cool.


Character Overview
Name: Hydrangea/Hydra/shades
Age : 17 1/3
Favorite colours :Green,red,gold
Hobbies:surfing,bake sales,horse riding,poetry,guitar
Personality:Smart, kind,protective
Quote: “it is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation”


Word count:299





Plot



Blaze: gephyrophobia

Blaze has gephyrophobia which is fear of crossing bridges which will stop her when she must cross a bridge to escape but she can't bring herself to do it, and she gets flashbacks from when she fell off a bridge in an adventure camp when she was 7 years old. What happened was she
wanted to go up by herself and not with her dad so some older kids
were running past on the small rope and one of them pushed her
then she fell through the bars but the safety rope held her up before
she hit the ground but when she was about a foot away from the ground
the rope snapped and she hit the ground and twisted her ankle.
Hydra: astrapophobia
Hydra is afraid of lightning because on his 5th birthday there was a storm
and just as everybody left a lightning bolt hit his house and it got caught
on fire,that's why he had to move to shasta village.
Callie:mottephobia
When callie was younger she was reading in bed one day and she saw
a moth in her room then she saw more and more she then realized that
a moth had laid eggs in her room she ran out screaming and slept in her
parents room and slept there ever since she has been afraid of moths.

Wordcount:298
Setting

My town is based on chocolate fudge brownie and is called
FudgeVill

Fudge vill is the home of blaze,hydra,and callie and is one of the most
beautiful places in california it is near the edge of the continent it also is a great place for fishing and surfing. The best time for surfing is soon as the tide comes in which is usually around the afternoon which is perfect because that is just after school,the beach usually gets very busy as the weather is always perfect during the summer and spring.In winter it snows and tonga lake freezes over and makes the perfect ice rink,and we hold the annual skating competition which blaze won last year when she broke her big sister's winning streak.In spring if you walk on the trail you can see the shasta daisies which are the most beautiful flowers and only grow in fudge vill and only bloom in spring and are blaze’s favorite flowers but she can never get any because she can’t cross the bridge .Shasta village has one of the biggest shopping centers in the whole of the country it has everything you could need

Interior design and shops it has
When you step inside the shopping mall you are enclosed in the giant
concourse and there is the escalator that leads to three floors of
Shops,restaurants,bookstores,playrooms,arcades,gift shops and a tourist
favorite the ice cream shop.Blaze and her friends work part time at the ice
cream shop and it is always so full

Word count :250







THE STORY

“Blaze blaze get up get up do you know what day it is!” screamed blazes little sister “it’s my birthday my birthday blaze get up get up!”she yelled again “ugggghh get out of my room liz now or else you won’t get your birthday presents !”shouted a very sleepy,cranky and annoyed blaze.
“Fine then.i’ll leave you alone*humph*! ”“Wait liz I didn't mean” but before blaze could finish liz had stormed off crying in a big huff,“great way to mess up her bday lil sis”said kia her big sister “I didn't mean it…,how would you like it if she came to jump on you if you were sleeping?”blaze said to kia.Kia sighed “ok ok maybe i would have been annoyed,but look it’s her birthday just be nice kk lil sis”said kia as nicely as she could then turned on her heels and left. Blaze got out of bed with a sigh,she was about to go to the bathroom when her phone went *ping* she was about to leave it but she heard the *ping pong* and she knew who that message was from it was from her best friend hydra but before she could check the message the phone went *BRING*.she quickly picked up the phone and pressed the green answer button “should i call back later you look um tired” hydra said with a smirk, ” hahaha very funny shades” said blaze she made up the name shades when they were little and he used to call her star. “So what do you want anyway?” she asked,“well …. For one thing you could call me back when you look less like a *terrifying* monster” he laughed.And she couldn't help but laugh too.Blaze gave a loud sigh “tough morning star”
he asked very sympathetically,which surprised her. She didn’t know that he actually cared, he was always busy with something to ask if she was realright. She thumped on her bed and smiled at him and he smiled back “so are you gonna tell me what's up or not ” he said.“Oh yeah well i kinda blew it i screamed at liz” she said but she felt good to tell someone that she knew was paying attention.“oh ok i get it now it’s her birthday right ?” he replied,“yep and i have managed to already make her cry” blaze said she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “hey don’t beat yourself up about that just..” he was about to finish but they both heard a knock on her door “blaze can i come in please?” said a small voice with a sniff.
“Sure liz watts up do you need something? ”Blaze said. Liz came running
into blaze’s room and jumped on her bed and buried her face in her sisters
arm and cried. “HYDRA !” his mum yelled “coming mum”he said, “star i gotta go i need to get ready for the party,oh and happy birthday liz i have a present for you!”. Liz stared at the phone wide eyed and screamed “what is it can you tell me pleasssse!”, “I can't tell you you're not the birthday girl, liz doesn't cry on her birthday.but if you are liz then you have to look nice when i get there ok” he said. “She’s gone” said blaze then they both laughed “um thanks for that”she said looking away from the phone
her face flushed a little,they had never really talked like this in a long time. “no prob you already know i have 3 little sisters so i have my ways with
them” he said. They were quiet for a minute then blaze said “well i better go get ready before mum comes up, so … will i see you later”,“is that even a question” he teased “plus my sisters will drag me out the house anyway”.
They said goodbye then she went and got ready. Blaze raced down the spiral stairs of her big house,she loved to slide down those stairs with her cushions when they were little.She was happy today everyone was because her little sister liz was 10 today but,she felt something missing.wait no someone was missing she thought but she couldn’t figure who it was.
“Good morning pumpkin!” her dad said, “hello sweetie” her mother said.
“Hey mom hey dad um… i have to go out for a… ” *DING DONG* the bell
rang just before she could finish. “I’ll get it on my way out!”blaze said as she left for the door,she looked through the peephole and opened the door quickly “um.. Hi guys” she said it was hydray and his family “aren’t you a bit early ” she added as she let them in.“oh um hi blaze mum said she wanted to help set up” hydra said, “helloooo darling. Hydra dear take this inside for me please blaze can you take this to” said matilda hydras mother while she dumped containers and gifts in their arms.when they took that stuff to the kitchen hydra said “were you going in such a hurry” “oh i … um i … need to go for a walk yeah a walk” she whispered as she quickly left the kitchen in a hurry. “Do you want to come?” she asked him, “Sure.” He said quickly “we better go before my mum gives us more things to carry” they both laughed. “Mum i’m gonna be with blaze ” he yelled,then they both ran out of the house and onto the trail.They walked in silence for a bit then hydra broke the ice and he quietly but just loud enough that she could hear what he said “so why did you need the walk”, he waited for a response but got none he waited a bit longer. He knew his friend and something was up blaze was never quite there’s something that was bugging her badly. Suddenly she snapped back into reality “sorry what did you say” she asked dumbfounded by her behavior “follow me”he said he put his hand out and she took it the walked up the hill and were about to cross a bridge he took a couple of steps on the bridge but stopped.He realized that she was frozen on the spot,she didn't even blink she just stared at the bridge. Then she whispered “zack.” Then she fainted and hydra was shocked but he carried her back home he pressed the doorbell and her aut opened the door,her smile faded when she saw her niece she let them in quickle and hydra carried her in the living room everyone was shocked “what happened!” screeched Blaze's mother. “I-i -i don’t know we were going to cross a bridge -” “a bridge oh no blaze has gephyrophobia ” her mother shrieked again, “she also said zak do you know who that is ” he asked concerned “zack was he- her -her big brother he died when she was 8 the fell of a bridge he broke his ribs from the fall,- we had to give her pill to wipe that bit of her memory i think the bridge might have -have triggered the memory” said her mother through quite sobs and tears. “Zak! Zak! Wake up please” murmured blaze as she lay asleep on the couch “ZAK!”she yelled and shot up from the couch,it startled everyone but kia she got up and sat by her little sister and hugged her and said don't worry, kia is here for you.












total words 2382
go adventure
ps i am going to continue this later in swc hope u like the cliff hanger

I did it and it's really fun! Hi-fi for the win!

SweetyBubbles wrote:

first?

No, 2th. First was @qhostsonq, sorry

Ooo so fun! Am I too late lol

RIP the formatting, but

Character 1: Phillip

Plant: Ficus

Traits:

Versatile (description)
Tough (description)
Independent (low-maintenance)
Resilient/adaptable (drought-tolerant)
Less adventurous/stays at home (indoor plant)
Fast-learning (grows fast)
Unpredictable (850 varieties, so which one is it?)
Attention-loving (prefers to be well-watered)
Well-rounded (branches)
Stubborn (can be woody)

Since the ficus is both versatile and tough, so is Phillip. Additionally, the ficus is low-maintenance, so Phillip should therefore be independent. The ficus can survive without regular care, and Phillip can too. Since the ficus is drought-tolerant, Phillip is resilient/adaptable, since the ficus can survive various conditions when it comes to moisture levels, and can adapt to new surroundings easily. However, Phillip is less adventurous than Cassandra and often stays at home, since the ficus is an indoor plant. I plan to make it so that Phillip prefers video games over real-world adventure. Since the ficus grows extremely fast, Phillip will also be an extremely fast learner, capable of comprehending and retaining information with it being told to him just once, also making him a vital asset in tough situations where problem-solving is needed. Since the ficus comes in many varieties, Phillip is also unpredictable and can easily surprise people. Phillip also loves attention, although he doesn’t need it, like how the ficus prefers to be well-watered, but can survive without it. Phillip is also extremely well-rounded, like how the ficus has branches, reaching into many different areas, but he is also stubborn, as the ficus can be woody and unlikely to bend.
(205 words)

Fear: Nomophobia - being out of mobile phone contact



Character 2: Cassandra

Plant: Prickly Pear Cactus

Traits:

Well-liked (beloved for its blossoms)
Bad temper/afraid of intimacy (vicious spines)
Resilient/adaptable (drought-resistant)
Independent (low-water)
Tough (deer-resistant)
Adventurous (prefers high amounts of sunlight)
Has good memory (succulent - great with storage)
Resolute (strong root system)
Best under pressure (blossoms during summer - hottest months)
Flexible (thrives in various conditions)

As the prickly pear cactus is beloved for its blossoms, Cassandra is extremely well-liked. However, she has a bad temper and is somewhat afraid of intimacy, like how the cactus also has “vicious spines,” as the website put it. I think a backstory of having harsh parents and being bullied due to jealousy could be used to show this fear. Like Phillip, Cassandra is extremely resilient and adaptable, and even more so than Phillip, as the prickly pear cactus is drought-resistant, not just drought-tolerant. The prickly pear cactus also needs very little water, so Cassandra is extremely independent. Since the prickly pear cactus is deer-resistant, Cassandra is also tough and anyone who tries to hurt her would wish they hadn’t. The cactus preferring high amounts of sunlight, Cassandra is also always eager to get out into the sun and go on an adventure, making her extremely adventurous, unlike Phillip. Since the prickly pear cactus is a succulent, which stores a lot of water, Cassandra has an incredible memory, and can remember almost everything from her childhood, while this does also hurt her in that it makes it hard for her to move on from the past. Like how the prickly pear cactus has a strong root system, Cassandra is resolute and determined, and rarely deviates from her goals. Like how the prickly pear cactus blossoms during the hottest months during the summer, Cassandra thrives under pressure. Lastly, Cassandra is extremely flexible, like how the prickly pear cactus can thrive in a variety of conditions.
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Fear: Claustrophobia - having no escape



Plot prompt: “They had to work together, so they need to”


Since the plot prompt is, “They had to work together, so they need to,” it is clear that both characters will have to work together to get through whatever they are in. Additionally, Phillip’s nomophobia–the fear of being out of mobile phone contact–and Cassandra’s claustrophobia–fear of having no escape–make it ideal that they have to escape from a remote place that is difficult to escape from. The plot of this story will be that Cassandra and Phillip were kidnapped for seemingly no apparent reason and placed in an abandoned prison on a remote island, with what was Phillip’s worst nightmare: no cell service! Cassandra and Phillip must escape from this abandoned prison, using their gifts of intelligence and adaptability, and build a boat to get to the mainland, finding clues along the way on who their captors were, and why they were placed in the abandoned prison.




Setting ice cream flavor: “CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER COOKIE SWIRL”

The setting is an abandoned prison in the middle of the island, leaving the characters–Phillip and Cassandra–in a sort of sticky situation. Since peanut butter is sticky, this fits with the impact the setting has on the characters. Although “sticky situation” is an idiom, I believe that this does fit with the use of the ice cream flavor to describe the setting since being trapped in an abandoned prison follows this idiom and the idiom is derived from things that are actually sticky. A “sticky situation” is a situation that is hard to get out of and challenging, like how if you were stuck in something sticky, making it extremely difficult to move and get out of that situation. Peanut butter is notorious for being extremely sticky and there are many people who don’t like it because it sticks to the roof of your mouth. Other people are allergic to it as well, but nearly all people who don’t like peanut butter but do like normal peanuts dislike the peanut butter directly as a result of its stickiness. Additionally, the chocolate represents the sweetness that comes out of this sort of situation, as despite the challenges, the characters will find that good will come out of their issue, although I do not wish to spoil the plot quite yet. Since chocolate is dark in color, this also represents the sweetness amidst the darkness. Since darkness is often used to symbolize negativity and sweetness symbolizes positivity, it shows that good things can come out of bad situations, such as with Phillip and Cassandra being stuck in this abandoned prison in the middle of the island.
(274 words)

THE PUZZLING ESCAPE

By AmazingMech2418



There was a strange creaking sound and the sound of dripping water. Cassandra woke up from a deep sleep, not knowing where she was. She sat up and saw her pants: the same ones she put on the morning before, but she didn’t remember anything else that entire day. She looked around and saw an abundance of rusted metal surrounding her in the walls of the room, and then she looked to her left. There was a boy lying on the floor unconscious: someone she had never met before. Then, it began to sink in. Her worst nightmare had come true: she was trapped with seemingly no escape!
Cassandra began to panic. She saw no way out of this metal cell; it had no doors, windows, etc. which was strange considering that they had to have been put in the cell in some way, perhaps by a secret door that could only be opened from the outside. However, there was no discernable way to escape from inside, and that scared Cassandra, because it meant she didn’t have control. This loss of control is what caused her claustrophobia; if she couldn’t escape, she’d have no control, and that was her worst nightmare, now coming true.
The boy Cassandra found to her left finally woke up, arising to see Cassandra panicking.
“What’s going on?” the boy asked. “Where are we?”
“We’re in some sort of cell. I don’t know what else happened. I mean, I don’t even remember yesterday at all–or at least I think it was yesterday…”
“This is weird. Anyways, might as well get to know each other!” the boy chuckled. “I’m Phillip, but you can call me Phil. Who are you?”
“Cassandra,” she replied in a monotone voice. “Any idea how we can get out of here?”
“Not at the moment. Where’s my phone?”
“Maybe in your pocket?” Cassandra laughed.
Phillip pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on. However, he soon noticed that there was no way to connect to the outside world: there was no cell service, wi-fi, or mobile data. Now Phillip began to panic as well.
Spending most of his days indoors with his eyes glued to his phone, Phillip was rarely out of contact with his friends, whether those from school, his neighborhood, or his various social media accounts. Being out of this contact was foreign to him and something he always feared. He hated power outages and anything else where he might lose this connection to those he knows.
Phillip also was a gamer, so when he wasn’t on his phone texting or sending messages through social media platforms, he was playing video games, whether on his phone, on his computer, or on any of his various gaming consoles he owned. He always felt thrilled when a challenging video game would get his adrenaline pumping, and preferred this over real-life adventure. I mean, who could blame him? If you mess up on a virtual adventure, you respawn, but if you mess up on a real-life adventure, things could be much, much worse.
He now knew he was on a real-life adventure that he didn’t choose and he just happened to spawn in the middle of a metal cell with seemingly no escape. Meanwhile, Cassandra always enjoyed real-life adventures, but only ones she had control over. She wasn’t one to put her life in someone else’s hands, and to her, the only hands she could trust were her own. With both Cassandra’s and Phillip’s worst fears now reality, all they had to do was stop panicking and start to think logically about how they could get through this.
Cassandra eventually got over her panicking about being trapped and looked around herself for anything that seemed out of place or otherwise useful. She saw a few crates of food that would seem to only last a maximum of a week over in the back left corner of the cell. She saw no doors and no windows–same as she saw before–but remembered that she had neglected to look up. Cassandra glanced at the ceiling and saw an air vent.
“Phil, calm down!” Cassandra yelled at her new partner in crime for this adventure. “Look up!” She pointed to the vent in the ceiling.
“Well, how about we move some of these crates over to create a makeshift step ladder to get up there?” Phillip suggested.
“That seems like a decent idea… Let’s try it!”
They moved all the crates to the center of the room in a way that they could step on them one by one until they got to the top. It was quite unstable, so they had to be careful, but there wasn’t really another option. The ceiling was too high for them to reach it otherwise. After moving the crates into position, Cassandra and Phillip climbed up them, but realized that even with these crates, the vent was too high up. Cassandra, without Phillip knowing, picked him up and lifted him to the vent.
“Can you open the vent?”
“I can try!”
Cassandra was less than confident at this unsure response. I mean, what could a gamer know about opening a vent in the ceiling of a cell without a screwdriver? He hadn’t been on any other real adventures before, so what help would he be now? Cassandra began to feel as though Phillip was just weighing her down.
“Can you let me down for a second?” Phillip asked.
Cassandra let him down, but was really starting to get worried. Suddenly, Phillip started attempting to take a piece of wood off of one of the crates. Phillip was more resourceful than many others would guess. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do things on his own, just that he didn’t want to most of the time. Phillip preferred attention, especially since he got it often, being an only child. However, he did not want to answer to other people and wanted to work alone for the things he wanted to do. After getting the piece of wood, Cassandra picked him up again and he used the shard of wood to unscrew the screws on the vent, and it opened.
Phillip crawled into the vent and reached out his hand afterwards to pull Cassandra up. Cassandra was a little uneasy about it, since Phillip didn’t really do many active things since he preferred to play video games at home, but again, there wasn’t really another choice. Cassandra reached for Phillip’s hand and grabbed it, but suddenly, one of the crates she had relied on for her footing, suddenly broke and it was only Phillip’s hand that could save her from never being able to escape from this cell. Phillip pulled her up, and once her hands were able to reach the sides of the vent, she continued by pulling herself up the rest of the way.
Once inside the vent, the two wondered what they would do next. Cassandra suggested crawling through the vents and looking through to see where there was an opening to the main part of the building. Phillip liked this idea and they both went with it and soon found themselves at a vent that would get them one step closer to freedom. (note for future reference: the rest is sped through and this would be either 1 or 2 chapters already written for when I make this into a novel. The plot from here might also change in later revisions)
After getting through the vent, they realized that they were in an abandoned maximum-security prison, by the myriad of cells like the one they were in before, lining the corridor they had escaped into. Cassandra stepped on a piece of paper and picked it up, but it looked like gibberish to her. However, Phillip saw it and recognized the cipher: a classic Vigenere cipher, but he didn’t have the key. If he were at home, he could use a computer program he wrote to decrypt it without the key, but he didn’t have his computer with him. Cassandra was shocked whens he found out Phillip’s aptitude for computer programming and cryptography, again thinking all he did was play mindless video games. However, she then knew Phillip was full of surprises.
The duo soon found a metal door leading to the main part of the prison, but it was locked with a combination lock. Cassandra again was clueless on how to get past this, although she was very intelligent, but Phillip remembered something from a surprising place: a video game. He had played an RPG game before where he had to crack a combination lock, and it was realistic enough that he then knew how to crack one in real life too. He tried and got through the lock and they ran down the hallway until they found a lock on another door, that needed a key. Luckily, the main office where all the admins fo the prison managed everything was locked with a similar lock to the previous door. At this point, security wasn’t that important since the combination lock was hard to crack and it was unlikely that inmates would even escape from their cells in the first place, since crates of food were never left for inmates when the prison was active, meaning one thing: the captors did not wish to return to the prison and likely did not want to keep Cassandra and Phillip around much longer.
Phillip did not remember the combination used on the previous lock, but luckily, Cassandra did, and the former owners of the prison liked to reuse passwords. They made it into the main office and grabbed a hanging ring of keys and used one of the keys to open the lock on the door. They were finally free! Or were they? When they stepped out of the prison, they found water and sand: they were in the middle of an island. In order to get to the mainland, they needed a boat. They knew finding the boat would take a while, so in the meantime, they were stranded.
Suddenly, the two began to talk. They asked each other questions to get to know each other better, knowing it might be weeks until they officially escaped the island. Cassandra, however, was reluctant to respond. Phillip wondered why and to Cassandra, it seemed like he was just probing her for the answer; wanting to know everything about her, even the things she didn’t want to know herself. Eventually, Cassandra folded and revealed her past.
Cassandra’s parents were extremely strict, and growing up with 3 brothers, she was often either left out or expected to catch up with them. She didn’t receive much attention from her parents, but was intelligent and resourceful and certainly had a gift, as well as a thirst for adventure. Throughout school, Cassandra was also bullied because of her popularity, toughness, and intelligence. She was one of the most popular girls in her school, and stood out from the other popular girls because of her interests and drive to do well academically. From elementary school onward, Cassandra was well-liked, but many were also jealous of this, and Cassandra was picked on, and with her parents who seemed not to care, she eventually just learned to keep everyone out and to not make herself vulnerable to someone else, in fear that that person too would betray her. It was this moment, talking to Phillip on the island, that she told the first person this, although out of anger and not by her own will.
For the next two weeks, Cassandra and Phillip searched the island for food and wood. Cassandra had been lucky to find an ax to cut down trees and then fashion them into a boat, so after two weeks, all the materials they needed were there, including food for the sail home. The two then made the boat and set sail for the mainland. They knew this would be a perilous voyage, but there was no other way to get home.
After a few days, Cassandra began to worry that they would never make it home, but Phillip supported her, also because he was too stubborn to accept that as a possibility. Since there wasn’t much else to do, Phillip began to study the note more, and Cassandra’s observations throughout helped him find the key to the message, and he decrypted it, and it said that they were captured because of fear of their talents, fearing that they would foil their captors’ plans to rule the world, through observation, adaptability, and intelligence, but their plans for this failed as well, since all they led to was Phillip and Cassandra meeting each other, and obtaining explicit proof of this evil plan to rule the world.

(sorry, this last part is way too short and undetailed, but I had already passed the 1k limit and don’t want to go too long, and I haven’t thought this far yet either, so a later part of it would be them stopping their former captors from taking over the world, and I plan to also add in a thing where Phillip and Cassandra end up falling in love, despite Cassandra’s fear of intimacy, so there’s a lot more to this story, but I don’t have the time to write it all for the weekly and I just left a stopping point of escaping and finding out why they were captured. Also, this is 2135 words)









Also, this is for Poetry. XD Will post in main cabin though. (and probably self-add too. XD)

I finished the weekly!

Main cabin weekly part one:
I included all my planning out/getting my thoughts together but did not count it as words, here it is-
https://www.bhg.com/gardening/plant-dictionary/houseplant/ficus/
Character one
“A versatile and tough group of plants often grown indoors” = My character is strong and can work well in many situations, but likes to stay out of trouble and with other people
“comes in all sorts of forms” = My character can shape-shift
“creeping vine to giant tree” = My character can fit into many different societies and backgrounds
“glossy leaves grow in a variety of colors and patterns” = The patterns over my character’s skin and hair vary and look vastly different from different angles
“this cousin of the edible fig is a tropical plant” = My character lived in a family unlike their own genetic background
“it survives in a wide variety of conditions” = Because of the shapeshifting ability my character can manage life in different climates and weather conditions, like the cold and snow or warm, sweltering heat
“ficus prefer well-drained, fertile soil kept consistently moist” = My character prefers humid climates, as they help the shapeshifting be more smooth
“require high levels of light” = My character does not have very good in-the-dark eyesight
“Though alarming, the plant recovers once it adapts to new conditions” = My character has a negative reaction to sudden changes around them but will eventually recover
“The 850 species span a wide range of looks.” = My character is part of a race of shapeshifters yes, but there are many other types of shapeshifters
https://www.bhg.com/gardening/plant-dictionary/houseplant/china-doll/
Character two
“this fast-growing plant now happily tolerates indoor-growing conditions” = My character loves to be in the shade, and especially enjoys man-made forms of shade such as buildings
“Somewhat temperamental about water” = My character does not like swimming, perhaps because of a scary incident with water in their childhood
“also appreciates lots of humidity” = Although my character hates large bodies of water they enjoy being around water in the air, taking a liking to fog especially due to the way it clings to their hair
“Avoid letting the pot sit directly in the water as constantly soggy soil can lead to root rot” = My character is easily influenced by things around them, either how other people act or the world around them itself
“this plant requires regular trims because of how fast it grows” = My character learns quickly and forgets quickly so they often need refreshers on their ‘plan’ for the day or whatnot
“Fertilizing encourages new growth, though” = My character grows fast especially when fed
“pinch the tip to encourage good branching” = My character needs encouragement to do things, even a harsh scolding from time to time
“doesn’t bloom indoors” = Though they prefer to stay in the shade it is difficult for my character to properly maneuver indoors do to their lanky and tall body
“will produce large trumpet-shape white flowers when grown outdoors.” = My character’s family wear long white scarves, saying it helps them identify each other among the din of their indoor-village’s dark and crowded life-style
“abundant glossy-green, fernlike leaves” = The traditional dress in my character’s village includes a light and thin, green, feathered cloak.

https://scratch-mit-edu.ezproxy.canberra.edu.au/projects/550628944/
Character one: Fear of cats
Character two: Fear of being alone
https://www.squibler.io/random-prompt-generator
Character one: “Only the very oldest people remembered a time where humans could see color”
Character two: “Half of the names on the list had already been crossed off”

https://vanleeuwenicecream.com/product/cookies-cream/
Character one: Cookies And Cream = my character lives in a barren and cold mountain landscape in a sharp and asymmetrical village (think HTTYD movies Berk with more snow)
https://www.milklabcafe.com/tea
Character two: Hong Kong Style Milk Tea = my character lives in a dirt/clay covered, deep, and pleasantly chilly cave system village surrounded by underground lakes

Main cabin weekly part two (the paragraph version of the planning):
Characters:
Living among a family with a different genetic background than his own, my character has grown up surrounded by uncertain surroundings, but it does not scare him. Part of this is due to how he is a shapeshifter himself and because of this can fit into many different societies and backgrounds, though he always misses his home village when he is far away from it. Very fast changes in his surroundings aren’t things he likes, as he reacts badly to needing to shift his form too much, his resting shape often very different from what he has to transform into. Still, he can live and manage life in different climates and weather conditions, like the cold and snow or even warm, sweltering heat. The latter of these two options is, however, something he considers unpleasant because of how he grew up in a cold place and likes to stay out of trouble and in the shade near water or snow. He prefers wet and cold climates as they help the shapeshifting be more smooth and look more natural.
Physically his resting shape is almost reflective in nature, as his specific genetics dictate due to the exact species of shapeshifter he is. There are snaking, almost leaf-like patterns on his skin that seem to glow and sparkle from certain angles and become almost black-hole-like from others. His eyes are small and set with a very light color in them, so he does not have the best sight when it comes to dark areas. Even with this he loves the shade and has learned to adapt to situations where he can not see well.
My second character comes from a medium warm area and also enjoys the shade, though she prefers man-made forms of shade such as houses. (This is a shame because she lives in a cave system in the form of a village.) She grows very quickly when fed often due to her species and finds it hard to maneuver indoors because of her tall and lanky body. She also does not like swimming, finding it frightening to do so after a quite scary incident with water when she was a young child. Still, although she hates large bodies of water she does like humid climates- fog in particular is very attractive in her opinion because the feeling of how it clings to her hair is comforting in a way.
She is easily influenced by things around her and learns very quickly. The problem with this is that she is often taking in so much information that she ends up forgetting things quickly as well, needing constant reminders so that she does not entirely forget her plan for the day or something like that. Emotionally she is also strong but needs encouragement to go about doing things, even negative encouragement like a harsh scolding from time to time.
Her family wears long white scarves, saying it helps them identify each other among the din of their indoor-village’s dark and crowded life-style. For other clothing that she wears the traditional garb in her village includes a light and thin, green, almost feathered cloak. Such things get caught on rocks easily, but it does not interfere with her daily life too much because she has always grown up with these sorts of things.
(551 words)

Plot:
My first character is oddly afraid of cats, which is partly due to how he never knew what a cat was until a certain trip away from his home village. This fear does not play a major role in the plot itself but certainly could act as a reason why he disagrees with the other character’s decision on something at some point. (I believe that it will act more like a running joke and then become important at the last minute because I always find that very interesting in writing.)
My second character is afraid of being alone. Unlike the first character’s fear I believe that this could truly be important to the plot and may come in handy even when the other character’s fear becomes important. (Maybe my second character could want to go one way in order to find what they were looking for and the other wouldn’t want to go that way because there were cats, and then they would have a disagreement because both of their fears were coming into place.) I think that this fear of being alone could be explained by how she has always had a very close relationship with her family and shares things with them, often becoming completely intertwined in each other's lives. It’s scary for her to live in any way other than something like that.
For the general plot I believe that after a quick kick off from both of the characters' perspectives in their home villages, split in half, they will meet each other. (They would be forced to leave their homes for some reason, perhaps looking for food because of a drought and they were each picked?) They just search for a while and then get in the big climatic argument. I think the best course of action after this would be to have them go in different directions and then be no longer able to bear being away from their friend and go back and find each other again. The epilogue could include them bringing the food they found back to their villages.
My first character could be forced to leave his village because his village was running out of food so quickly that people were getting sick, their Watcher version of sickness causing them to slowly lose sections of their sight. (Color first and then bits and pieces of the rest.) My second character is also forced to leave her village because of a shortage of food but is picked randomly from everyone else, going out on her own because there are so few able bodied village members left now that they are sick. (Since this is inspired by the ‘list’ prompt I am obligated to mention that this list is a list of all the people in the village who are able to go out and search for food. In a panicked spree of choosing names the village mayor chooses her to go.)
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Setting:
My first character’s home village is an asymmetrical and visually sharp village resting on snow covered, barren mountains. The buildings are made out of mostly dark stone and very old, dark wood. These colors make it stand out, but because of how separated from society it is there are very rarely visitors, traders, or new members of it that come by. Some of the buildings themselves are now abandoned and collapsing as the number of people in the town has decreased over the years, many people who formerly lived there leave for more sustainable housing. This makes my character sad because he remembers a time where it was relatively bustling and bright, the snow partially cleared off the cobblestone streets and warm lights and fires adding color to the landscape. Now that so few people live there, let alone the food shortage and wave of sickness, the streets are invisible- buried under many layers of snow and the lights are mostly gone.
My second character lives in a dirt and clay cave that is buried deep underground near-ish to the mountain that my other character lives on. For the most part the two villages are unaware of each other’s existence so no trade or other collaboration has occurred in recent years. It is a pleasantly chilly cave system filled with very humid air due to the material it is made out of, the materials the houses are made out of (mostly damp wood and other clay), and the underground lakes that surround the village.
The other setting in this would be the backgrounds in the trip they take looking for food, which I believe will most likely be a generic snow covered pine forest.
(284 words)

~Just in case you didn’t notice this is kind of set in a Minecraft-like world, with realistic things of course but still the mobs and things. (My hybrid!aus are usually in my Minecraft Mixed AU because it’s really fun to write about.) Also I didn’t end up including much of this stuff because it would have been too long, but it’s still interesting to know what could have been.

Main cabin weekly part three (the actual story):
The clock on the wall pointed to midnight, the dark blue background and the painted moon showing this better than a numbered clock ever could. Adrian sighed, rubbing his ‘freckled’ (star-splattered) face with bony hands. He could never sleep anymore. It was always so hard now that there was so much to worry about, so much that he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
It was the worst because he really couldn’t control this at all, this food shortage that his mountain village was going through. The snow covered rocks and grass-less ground rarely provided large amounts of food, and that had led many people who used to live in the village to gradually trickle out over the years, but it was especially bad this year. It seemed that all the game animals and even the usually growing (though occasional) sweet berry bushes had either left or died out. There was no other way to explain it, and because of this loss of food the little that they had left was running out very quickly.
There was always food in storage just in case something like this happened, and that as a tactic used to work in the past, but this was going on for much longer than anyone anticipated. The shapeshifter felt his stomach twist, fear corrupting his thoughts as he remembered how bad it was getting.
Watchers don’t easily get sick. Generally they are known as some of the most resistant and strong bird hybrids around, especially with their genetically acquired magical powers. Still, there were some things that could take them down. One of these things was clearly not having enough food, as the usually near-invincible members of Adrian’s family had started to fall ill. It was kind of like a bad cold, maybe the flu, except if they had it long enough their vision started to go away.
Vision was very important to these people, it was part of their species name after all, and losing it was devastating. First it was the color vision that went, and then bits and pieces of the rest chipped off. (Adrian’s adoptive mother had described it as looking like cracked glass, maybe a mirror with a black background as the glass slowly fell away.) Worst of all to do with this sickness it wasn’t curable.
(It wasn’t really a disease and instead just a disarray in health caused by not eating enough, the only way to stop it would be to get more food.) They didn’t have any regeneration or instant health potions left, so it truly wasn’t curable by anything other than food now.
Sitting up, the snaking leaf-like marks on his skin glittering in the light from the full moon outside his open window, the shapeshifter bit his lip. He had to do something about this. Almost everyone else was too sick to do anything, and though he was also losing too much weight and feeling terrible, he knew that he was probably the most fit to go look for food elsewhere. The others who were able bodied had to stay and help the people who were too ill to move.
A gust of cold mountain air came in through the window and he shuddered, shifting instinctively into his Snowy enderman form. The fur covering his arms and face was helpful but he noticed that it was patchyer than normal, and his entire left leg had not shifted at all. He was getting too tired for this, probably couldn’t keep it up for much longer. So, not wanting to waste his very limited and valuable energy, he shifted back to his resting form.
He had made up his mind.
His village couldn’t live without food for much longer, he had to find more.
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Another name crossed off the list.
“Alright everyone,” the mayor coughed, his voice echoing off the damp, dripping walls of the clay and stone cavern, “Town meeting… again,”
Everyone was already gathered around, but at these words stopped talking amongst themselves. Next to her, Arya’s mother nodded reassuringly to her, her mother’s bright white scarf now stained with dirt and grime from so many days of having to search for food in the nooks and crannies of the usual gathering spots. Arya bit her lip, swinging her legs slightly as if to communicate the bubbling fear in her chest, this made her leafy feather-like cloak swish around her arms, but she didn’t notice.
“As you can see,” the mayor spoke up again, his clawed hands gesturing to the list that he held up, “We’re running out of options,”
There was some murmuring from the still able bodied endermen of the village, one woman raising her hand. She was pointed to as a form of being called on and stood up, “I think we should send someone to look for more food, we can’t keep going like this. There’s no more,”
Someone else stood up, pointed ears flattening to their head, “We have to wait, we don’t know if it’s safe out there. We should stay here and keep healing one another,”
The woman who first spoke tried to argue back but was quickly silenced by the mayor coughing. “Everyone,” he said, voice echoing in the cavern, bouncing noticeably off the pools of water and the dripping houses, “Please listen,” the murmuring, which had started up again, fell silent once more and he smiled. “Thank you. Alright- we all know that our food sources have become, ah… sparse. I’m sure you all remember what happened in our history when this last occured- our ancestors were forced to move villages once their food ran out and could not be replanted fast enough,”
There was murmuring but the mayor didn’t even bother to silence it with words this time, instead raising a hand to request it and continuing on. “No one here wants to move villages, I’m sure of it. This has been our home for generations and up until recently has worked perfectly well. Because of this I do not think it is necessary to move, but we do need food. It has been replanted and is growing, but not fast enough to feed us all before more of us fall sick,”
He paused and nodded at the woman who had spoken first, “I agree with you Annet, we have to send someone to look for more food to bring back while we wait for our natural sources to replenish,”
There was a sudden uproar, several of the Enderman around the meeting place jumping to their feet and yelling out in surprise or disagreement. With the sudden din Arya’s ears flattened to her head, bringing her hands to cover them as well. She shut her small eyes, hoping that she could imagine herself somewhere else. (Somewhere other than the dark, dreary existence that she had once found pleasant- back before they had started running out of food.)
“Look!” The mayor yelled, his tired voice cracking but audible over the others, “We have to send someone or move! We can’t just wait to run out completely, this list was started to see who we could send who might come back successfully, it’s half gone now! Half of these people are too sick to leave, do you want to become like them?”
Arya opened her eyes again, head still pounding from the sudden noise against her malnourished body. She thought about her sister, one of the other people in the village that wore the white scarves that her family doaned to be more recognizable in the dark to Arya’s relatively bad eyesight. Her sister had been sick for weeks, too weak to move from her bed. There were many others in the village like that, many other people who were too sick to even look for food in the places it used to grow.
The mayor’s voice broke through her thoughts once more. “I’m going to pick one random name, there aren’t enough people to send two. The person I pick won’t have to go far, just find food close by outside the caves and bring it back. After that two people might be healthy enough to go,”
Arya’s heart beat quickly in her chest. Randomly picking? Was that a smart idea? What if-
By the mayor’s voice broke into her thoughts once more, “Arya Evveryglen,”
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Adrian had left his village soon after he had made the decision to search. He hadn’t packed much, just two extra pairs of clothes, a water bottle, a map, his axe, and two pieces of bread wrapped in his torn blanket.
After setting off down the buried roads that he only knew to be there because of the old days of the village, back when it was lit up by warm campfires and torches and there were enough people to clean the snow off the roads. He had turned around and taken one possibly last look at his home. (The shapeshifter had left it a few times in the past on trips, hating the dessert the most because of how dry and warm it was which made it hard to shapeshift. Still, each of these times he hadn’t considered it the last time he might see it.)
He had been brought there as a small child by his adoptive parents and was the only genetic shapeshifter in the village. As far as he knew there were only two other non-Watchers there. (One was a Snowy human and the other was her Snowy enderman wife.)
After his last look at his broken village, the black stone and dark wood of some of the buildings starting to collapse in on themselves now that so few of the inhabitants were left, he turned and continued down the snow covered slope. It was a long trip, but by the time the sun was in the sky he was about half way down. Here, he paused to take a break, sitting down and pulling out his water bottle to take a quick sip.
A gust of wind came along and he shuddered, instinctively shifting again, though this time into his Watcher-inspired form. (It wasn’t exactly a Watcher, just a form that looked rather like one and helped protect him from the cold.) This form, unlike the Snowy enderman one, was fully intact. (Except for a few feathers missing from his raven-like wings, though that was due to malnutrition showing in his form rather than being too malnourished to fully shapeshift.) He rested for a while here, staying in his Watcher form as it was almost like a second resting form- he had lived a lot of his life in it trying to play hide and seek and other games with his Watcher friends from the village.
At around noon, right when he was ready to get up and begin his trek again, he noticed a moving shape in the distance. It was too far away to see, but it was possible that it might be…
“Food,” he breathed, eyes widening and then squinting to see closer. It was still too far away to see properly and he crouched down from the standing position he had just gotten up into, ready to begin the hunt. He tossed his axe into his right hand, leaving the rest of his stuff on the ground- assuming that he could come back to it later. Still crouching down, ready to jump into flight to pounce on what he still assumed was an animal he could hunt, he took a few steps forward- steadying his shaking legs and his weapon arm.
And then he jumped into the sky!
The shapeshifter’s take off was a little messy, stumbling a bit in the air as his slightly battered wings caught a drift the wrong way, but he managed to catch himself and broke into a dive. The mountain was very steep, so diving from here was a direct path to the moving thing trying to make its way up the snow covered stone. He readied the axe in his grasp, prepared to bring it’s netherite blade down on what he assumed was an animal.
But, last second, as he zoomed towards the shape, he realized that it was another person. Specifically an Enderman.
Shocked that anyone would try to walk up the mountain, he stopped flapping his wings for a moment. Bad idea. Shouting in fear and surprise at the sudden feeling of falling he accidently shifted back into his resting form, eyes widening in terror as his wings disappeared, the resistance against the air that had kept him flying disappearing completely. Immediately, Adrian tried to shift back but found himself unable to, too tired to try again.
So he crash landed in the snow.
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After being picked to go on the search for food Arya had gathered some things, mostly tools but also a thicker green cloak, and set off out of the cave system. She had gone far around the pools of underground water that surrounded her village, shuttering at the memory of falling into one as a young child and beginning to burn in the liquid, and left the caves in record speed. (She hadn’t really even gotten to say a proper goodbye to her family, she was in too much shock.)
Once she was out of the caves and out into the open she realized just how little she had planned. The mayor had said that she didn’t have to go far, instead advising that she find the closest food source possible and come back with it so little time and energy would be wasted. Still, in all of the surrounding area to the cave opening, there were no visible foods. All the pumpkins, berries, and rabbits that had once lived here had already been gathered or hunted.
But she made up her mind, she had to bring back food.
So she looked around, setting her eyes on the mountain that lay near to the cave opening. It was snow covered and quite tall but through the clouds she was pretty sure there was a village. Her people and the people of that village had traded in the past, but it was so long ago and such a tough trip that it wasn’t commonly done anymore, plus the Watchers who lived there didn’t really seem to like company.
Still, she didn’t have a choice, did she?
Because she didn’t really think of any other options fast enough, Arya swallowed her fear and set off for the mountain. She had set off a little bit before midnight, so by the time the sun had risen she was already a little more than a third of the way up the mountain. It was painful to walk in the snow, as it eventually melted in contact with her warm-ish skin over the top of her boots, turning into water- which burnt her. But, hissing in pain and shivering with cold, the Endergirl continued on her way.
It took a very long while until she saw anything more than the barren trees and snow covered, dead bushes. At first she thought it was yet another tiny outcropping of darkly covered rock, but as she got closer it was noticeably moving. Her eyes weren’t good enough to see that far, especially because they weren’t quite accustomed to the extreme brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow, but she was pretty sure it was a person.
Yeah, it definitely was. This was her thought as the person jumped into the air, extending what were probably wings, though her eyesight was too blurry to see for sure. At first her heart sank, thinking that they were flying away from her when she wanted to talk to them, but then the sadness gave away into confusion, seeing the shape that made up their body getting closer.
It took almost embarrassingly long to realize that they were diving towards her, oh, did they think she was food? (From the axe that they were now close enough for her to see glinting in a clawed hand she assumed so.) Frozen with fear and knowing that she wouldn’t be able to outrun someone who could fly, she tried to make it obvious that she was a person.
Luckily, the shaking of her head seemed to pay off as the person’s face looked confused- super confused. And then, to her horror and shock, their wings disappeared- skin changing from the pale grey-scale into a green and blue gradient or galaxy looking pattern. They yelped in shock, now close enough to be audible as well as in sight, and fell down- crashing into the snow a few feet away from her.
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It took a little bit of explanation but the pair eventually came to an understanding of what both of them were doing. Apparently both of them came from villages that were suffering because of a limited amount of food, odd because of how different their living situations were, but not completely a shock. Adrian explained to Arya that he was a shapeshifter too, since she was quite scared that his wings had somehow been cut off by something invisible in the sky. (To even this out Arya mentioned how she was a cave dwelling Endermen, pointing out the complicated earrings and necklace that she wore as an example of proof. Adrian didn’t really understand how this was proof, but he believed her.)
They went back down the mountain after getting his stuff, Arya complaining that she had just made the trek up the mountain and how she had wasted energy. It was jokingly, but they both knew that the statements held some truth.
They kept going North, Arya pointing out the entrance to the cave system her village dwelled in and mentioning how they would probably have to go pretty far before they found enough food for both of them to bring back. Her village had gone quite far away to gather food, stopping at the river because they were too weak to cross it or even teleport across. (She also explained to Adrian that she would be teleporting around but the power actually took an immense amount of energy that she did not have. He nodded and said that for him shapeshifting was kind of like that, the only form that was currently not painful to go into being his Watcher form.)
The pair made their way to the river, collecting some berries and honey that hadn’t been grabbed yet, before stopping. After a quick plan to get across (Adrian would shift into his snow golem hybrid form and run across while holding Arya) they made their way to the edge. It was a very energy consuming plan, but they were too tired to craft a boat and at the moment it sounded easier to just use the shapeshifter’s abilities.
It’s hard for snow golem hybrids to run on water, but due to how snow is created wherever many of them step it can be possible, if they run fast enough. This in itself would be hard to do while as hungry as Adrian was, not to mention shapeshifting into the rarely used form, and holding Arya made it even harder. Still the pair managed to get across, falling into a panting heap on the other side.
After this eventful part of their journey they were forced to pause, sharing the bit of bread Adrian had brought. Arya couldn’t drink the water he had brought, because it would burn her, but she happily crunched on some snow instead. (For a human this wouldn’t help hydrate because they would have to wait for it to melt, but she couldn’t wait for it to melt in her throat so instead settled on just eating it.) Their rest stop ended up being where they camped for the night, Arya wrapping up in her two cloaks and Adrian wrapping himself in the blanket he had brought.
The next day their travels continued.
More pumpkins were found on this side of the water along with berries, and in order to get enough energy to continue on they ate some pumpkin- which was cooked over a pool of lava nearby. They still continued on, eventually (after a few weeks of traveling nights) making it out of the snow covered biomes and into a simple plains biome.
Suddenly, Adrian stopped in his tracks.
Arya turned around, confused, and looked at him. “Are you alright?” she tilted her head to the side curiously, “Do you need to rest,”
Adrian shook his head slowly and backed up, “No, no no no, I can’t go that way,”
“Why?” Arya asked, peering around the area for anything that looked dangerous. There were only some trees, a cat, and some flowers. “It looks pretty good to me,”
“The cat,” Adrian whispered, still backing up, “They- they- I can’t go near them,”
Spluttering, Arya peered at him like he was crazy, “Really? That’s why you can’t go that way? Seriously?”
“Yes,” he nodded furiously, “I’m going to go the other way,”
“No!” Arya shook her head, “No we can’t, there’s probably food this way, it’s warm here!”
“Then you keep going that way,” Adrian bit his lip, “I can’t go near cats,”
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It only took a few nights of separated travel for Arya to stop being angry at Adrian and start being scared of the dark again. She had been right, there was tons of food this way, but she couldn’t help herself from being slightly upset that she hadn’t agreed to go with her newly found friend.
He was scared of cats, but her fear was being alone.
She had gathered enough food to fill her inventory completely, enough food to bring back to her village, and she couldn’t pick up any more. Plus, she was fed enough that she could teleport now, which made it a lot easier to get around. (She still couldn’t teleport very far, it had never been a skill that came easily to her, but it was nice to have to some extent.) With all these things what was keeping her from going back and finding her shapeshifter friend?
The enderman’s trek back to her cave system took a lot less time then the trip to where she had ended up, but it still took a few days. Still, with all that time, she didn’t even run into Adrian. Once at the opening of her village’s cave system she looked to the left and right, checking just one last time if he was there.
When he wasn’t she turned around, as slowly as she could to spend as much time where he could see her if he was there, and walked into the caves.
With the food she brought back, she was able to feed her village enough for more people to go out and get food, and this time her family wouldn’t let the mayor choose her to go. It had scared them severely to have her gone for so long, especially since they had expected the trip to be way, way shorter. She hated making them worry so she stayed in the village, but in the back of her mind she still worried about Adrian. Had he managed to get back to his home? Had he managed to bring food to them?
One day (quite some time later), she no longer had to worry about whether he was still alive. This was because he showed up in her village one day, still looking hungry but not quite as much as he had before.
The other members of her village were confused but happily let him in, making him eat some of their food not that they had enough. (The rations Arya had brought lasted long enough for their natural food sources to replenish themselves- and these food sources were now being very carely replanted so such a thing did not happen again.) Additionally Arya and Adrian told the members of her village how they knew each other, sharing a few stories from their travels before Arya looked over at him, worry painted on her face.
“Did you manage to bring back food for your people?”
The shapeshifter bit his lip, shrugging, “Some? We’re doing okay, but not really well. Me and some others have been rotating trips to get food now. We’re slowly healing, and some or our sick have been able to heal,”
Arya nodded, “I see… so, you’re not in danger anymore?”
Adrian shrugged again, “It’s complicated, we’re waiting for the food near us to make a comeback, but the trips up and down the mountain take a long time, even with wings, so it’s hard to bring large portions of food up to the village.
They both fell silent and the Endermen around stopped their scare murmuring, listening even more intently now that no one was talking.
Slowly, Arya spoke up, “So… Do you want to start trade between our villages again? We-” she looked at her mayor for confirmation, and continued when he nodded, “-probably have enough food to go around,”
Adrian’s eyes widened, “Really?’
“Really.”
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Dotumantaraye wrote:

I have like 100 words left for the weekly aaaa

same and my motivation has disappeared