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The Azure Ring (part 1)The Azure Ring (part 1)
A young minstrel impatiently tapped his foot as he watched the portal glow and then fade. "Come on, what's taking Erza so long?" he complained.
"She said something about needing help of some kind if we're going to survive the Azure Ring." an orange haired magic knight replied, watching an older minstrel carefully tune a lute. "Though I don't know why we would need help..."
The glow of he portal got her attention. "Bout time..."
"My deepest apologies for being late, everyone...." Erza began as she brushed a strand of deep red hair from her face. "I had to find the services of a suitable rogue to guide us." She gestured to a cloaked figure by her side.
The magic knight groaned. "Why, of all kinds of heroes would we need a rogue to help us out? For all I know, he could make off with all our valuables by the time we leave!"
"For one thing, this young man has demonstrated considerable character, so he does have standards." Erza assured the magic knight. "In addition
A Song of AwakeningA Song of Awakening
"Ash?" a brown haired woman asks as she walks in a bedroom, where a black haired boy is experimenting with a relaxed chord progression on a familiar red-brown acoustic guitar. "Forgive me for interrupting your practice, but your father and I have a little gift for you before you leave for Kalos."
"Be right there." Ash replies before putting the guitar away for the night. I have been working on that exercise Brock left me for an hour now...fingers could use a break. he thinks as Pikachu climbs aboard his shoulder.
After coming downstairs, he sees the woman and a black haired man smiling over a pile of shopping bags. "On your way to exotic Kalos, champ...your mom and I are so proud of you no matter where your journey takes you." the man begins. "We felt some new clothes for the trip were in order, but we need you to try them on before your mom washes them."
"Okay!" Ash replies as he settles before the bags and pulls out their contents: a deep red jacket with wh
The Mermaid and the Boy-Part 1(After the opening credits roll, the scene opens on an ornate storybook titled "The Mermaid and the Boy". It opens, and a narrator begins reading the text on the page)
The narrator: Once upon a time, there lived a king who ruled over a country by the sea.
(the page turns to show a picture of an angry mob with torches and pitchforks)
The narrator: One year, some of his subjects, who lived on a distant group of islands, rebelled against him, and it became necessary for him to leave his wife and go in person to settle their disputes.
(the camera pans over to the next page, which shows a black haired lady pleading to a brown haired man, who reassures her lovingly)
The narrator: The queen feared that something terrible would happen, and begged him to stay at home, but he told her that nobody could do his work for him.
(the page turns to display a fleet of ships)
The narrator: The next morning, the sails were spread, and the king started on his voyage...
(the camera zooms into the picture, w
The Rescue of ChristineBrock smiled as some of the children of Illumis ran to meet him as he arrived in the town square, only pausing to sit on a bench overlooking the fountain depicting the Holy Family to make sure his instruments were tuned and accounted for. Harp, check, mandolin, check, horn, check...
A smile formed as he admired the depiction of Caitha, god of rainbows and Renai's beloved, watching Naiaveth pour out water with a little help from Renai. I remember having to help my own siblings gather water...Rosin, may this tale be acceptable to You.
After discretely buzzing his lips a few times to somewhat warm up for the horn performance in the tale, he approached the excited children as their parents told them to settle down.
Once all was quiet, he began "A king of a certain land had a beautiful daughter with striking blue eyes, for this reason she was named Christine, which means "crystal girl". Her suitors came from far and near, though with little success, since the princess had vowe
About JewelmancyJewelmancy is the most common way of wielding magic in Eriaren. The jewels that are plentiful across the world hold a bewildering array of powers, leading to an infinite number of spells. But not all jewels hold magic power--those that do glow, and the strength of the glow determines how powerful the jewel is.
The easiest way to draw out a jewel's power is to tell it what to do. How this is done depends on the individual mage--some speak the name of the spell directly, and some use an incantation (with several different styles of incantations). It is also possible to combine spellsong and jewelmancy (This is commonly seen in folktales, but Brock is one such minstrel that can do this for real, although he is not proficient in jewelmancy yet)
However, the more complex your spell, the more jewels it uses up, and once you run out, you have to wait for jewels to replenish before casting again.
Jewelmancers are often identified by the jewel type they primarily use--Misty is a sapphire jewelm
The Pantheon of EriarenRenai--The chief goddess and the goddess of light. Very wise and clever, she won't reveal her wisdom to just anyone--the problem of evil is explained as the dark lord wishing to know her deepest secrets, and trying to get her attention.
She is also known to give heroes items to help on their quest.
Naiaveth--The goddess of dreams and wishes, and the daughter of Renai. Jirachi serves as her envoy. She watches over mortals as they sleep, and protects them from nightmares.
Sanen--the god of earth, he was the one that granted the art of jewelmancy (a type of magic involving drawing power out of gemstones) to the world. Those that have great courage and endurance are said to "have a heart like Sanen"
Aera--the goddess of wind, she has fairy-like wings that allow he to fly through the world and observe her creation. This has often led her to be confused for a fairy, much to her chagrin. She is known to be a trickster, although she doesn't usually mean any harm by her tricks--tales of her adv
Eriaren By the NumbersPopulation: Fairly even mix of races
Main Climate: temperate--plains and forest
Ocean: On two sides
Frequent Trouble: snowstorms
Wild beings: ubiquitous
Natural Resources: very plentiful
Magic occurrence: very common
Source: innate ability
Major Use: everything
Viewed: with respect
Enchanted Items: very common
Political structure: monarchy
Strong Influence: the court
Popular Issue: exploration
Stability: rock solid
Personal Freedom: very good
Scandals: very rare
Foreign Relations: very good
Highly values: bravery
Known for: storytelling
Popular Entertainment: music/concerts, storytelling
Respected Profession: treasure hunter
Discrimination: virtually none
Major Taboo: certain rituals
Major Social Ill: crime
Religion Type: polytheism
Worship: joyous celebration
Associated Artform: ballads
Prevalence: believed by all
Main Export: jewels
Main Import: raw ore
Main Resource: mining-gems
Matt's GiftsThe morning sun was high overhead by the time Ash and Misty arrived in town. Ash was still in high spirits as he and his companion weaved through the crowd, happily returning salutes from the townsfolk and the children that were awed by his red and silver armor with gold trim. But to the blue-clad mage, she was wishing she could have a place to rest, set her bow on the ground, and relax from the long walk.
Just then, the notes of a flute playing a dance tune got her attention. "A minstrel's here!"
"Right behind you!" Ash followed Misty through the crowds until they arrived in the square, where a crowd was watching a brown haired boy with tan skin play a small silver flute. He didn't look too much different from most minstrels Ash had met--a brightly colored tunic, a long tan vest, and dark leggings. Judging how his fingers are flying across the tiny instrument's fingerholes, he has to have trained for years at his art. he thought.
Misty's eyes grew as large as plates when she he
The Elm Tree"Once upon a time, while riding, a brave, young prince--we'll call him Dustin--dashed merrily ahead of his friends, and after galloping across a plowed field, turned his Ponyta’s head down a grassy road leading to a forest." Brock begins as he strolls onstage. "For some time he cantered along, expecting at any moment to hear the shouts and war cries of his friends behind him; but they accidentally took another route, and no sound except the pounding of his faithful steed’s hoofs reached Prince Dustin’s ear." At this, Ash walks onstage and looks around, as if he is Prince Dustin lost in the forest.
The sound of a Mightyena growling makes Ash jump. "Suddenly, an ugly snarl and a short bark broke the stillness of the pleasant forest, and looking down, Prince Dustin saw a Mightyena snapping at his Ponyta’s heels." Brock narrates.
Gasps go up at this. "Though the Ponyta, wild with fear, threatened to run away at any moment, Prince Dustin leaned over and struck the Mi
Sebastian-x-Child Reader: Her Butler, Seeking
Her Butler, Seeking
With rounded, little girl eyes you looked up at your father’s butler from the tea you had been pouring. “What, Sebastian?”
From his place across from you, Sebastian Michaelis gave you an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I must interrupt our tea party, my lady. For it is time for me to prepare your lunch.”
It was true that Sebastian always cooked your meals- although technically Bard held the title of Phantomhive Chef- and you were getting rather hungry. But despite this, a sorry pout formed on your face and your bottom lip stuck out- sure signs of a miniature melt down.
“No, not yet! We’re having so much fun!”
The Butler placed his tea-cup back down on its saucer with care, though didn’t yet move from his seat.
“I hate to spoil such a lovely brunch, but milady hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Sure
Bucky x Reader Optional
She was different.
Not different like a mutant or an elemental, or even Dr. Strange different, but just...different.
Bucky caught onto this the second Fury brought her in, introducing her as the newest member of the Avengers Initiative.Those (e/c) eyes seemed to see a lot more than most other people’s did. More than Romanoff’s, Barton’s, or even his own.
It was a little off-putting.
“Alright, ladies and gentleman. Say hello to your new teammate; (Name) (Last Name). Also known as ‘The Witch’, according to the citizens of the little ho-dunk town that reported her as having ‘strange powers’.” Fury explained. And before Tony was able to make any sort of comment, Pietro had already zipped up from his seat and stood in front of her, uncomfortably close with a massive smirk on his face.
“‘The Witch’, huh? Well, hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but we already got a witch on our team. Sooo, I’m afraid I’m go
Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader)
Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader)
*Warning; A little bit of swearing because Romano is in this :] Other than that hope you enjoy :3
You were laid across Alfred’s sofa with your eyes shut as you listened to your friends bicker of god knows what, today you were all supposed to meet up and have fun and just hang out like friend are supposed to do but that seemed impossible with this lot.
Opening your eyes you looked around the room seeing Arthur and Francis arguing as usual while Russia watched them with a childlike smile and china just complained about how immature they were being, America was, amazingly, talking to his brother Matthew but it seemed like they were arguing too, something about which sport was better hockey or soccer.
Getting up you strolled into the kitchen finding Ludwig scolding Feliciano for making a mess as Romano hit Ludw
Amare (Vampire!Levi x Pianist!Reader) [AU]
Deft fingers fly over the ivory-white and small charcoal-black keys, a mesmerizing and enchanting tune emitting as you press the keys of the grand piano. It reminds him of a combination of the soft tinkling of sleigh bells and of harmonious birdsong, the velvety sounds echoing and ringing off the walls of the dim room. Digits seem to move gracefully and effortlessly, and the melancholy melody seeps into his veins, rendering him speechless. The room was sent to life by the elegant motions of your nimble fingers, like magic flowing out and slipping into every crack in the stone floor and the rough walls.
He nears you with a slow pace, afraid that one wrong step would waver the music. With a final swift press of the keys, the song ends, fading away quietly and softly. He places his pallid hands on your shoulders, felt that tiny jolt of surprise and chuckled, a deep rumble reverberating deep in his throat. He leans in, garnet lips inches from your ear.
Foxy x Reader- My Hero Is a Robotic Fox
Fem! or Male!Reader- Your choice
Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!
A fun and Magical place for everyone! Except for Foxy. Since the tragic incident, "The Bite of '87" Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was anything BUT fun and magical for the Pirate fox animatronic. He had to be hidden behind the star designed purple curtain of his little stage at Pirate Cove, forced to hear the laughter and enjoyment of the children he used to perform for because of a malfunction that occurred in his wiring. He didn't mean to hurt the young child! He went to bend down to the child's height to listen to what the child had to say, but something broke, causing his head to fall over, jaw open and clamp upon the front of the poor child's young head. He remembered the screams, not only from the child in his mouth, but from everyone who was witnessing the event. He was so shocked, not able to comprehend what happened until a
Tea (Levi x Reader) [AU]
You stood at the kitchen doorway, eyebrow raised inquiringly as you observed the raven-haired man rummaging through the cupboards on the tips of his toes, pallid digits closing around boxes of tea. He clicked his tongue in distaste when he found the boxes to be empty, tossing them lackadaisically onto the tiled floor. A litany of curses and incoherent mumbles tumbled from his mouth, and he opened the boxes more aggressively each passing minute.
He halted his actions and turned his head, gaze locking with your questioning ones. A heavy silence settled over the both of you, and you shifted your weight uncomfortably, eyes straying down to the boxes that littered the floor.
"Uh, is ... something the matter?" you asked him, a nervous smile breaking out across your face. Countenance inscrutable, Levi slammed the box onto the counter top, crushing it completely and leaving a crumpled mess. He trudged over to you, anger vaguely swi
Daddy!Makoto x Pregnant!Reader- Worry
"(Name)... Are you sure you're ok?"
Makoto was worrying about you, as usual. You were 7 months pregnant, but being pregnant at all was what Makoto was worrying about. He didn't want anything to happen to the baby. He heard of way too many incidents of miscarriages. He couldn't let that happen to you.
You were climbing the steps to your house. Makoto didn't think you could do anything by yourself anymore. He would do everything for you. You knew he was trying to be helpful but… He was getting kind of annoying.
Not that you would ever tell him that of course.
"I'm fine Makoto, don't worry."
You flashed him a small smile before walking up the last few steps. He followed you as you entered your house. You lied down on the sofa and watched TV. Makoto was sitting next to you, putting an arm around your waist. You knew that he absolutely ecstatic for the baby. He would take every chance he could to snuggle with you, or shower your stomach with affection. You
More Than Just My Sister ( Male!Mikasa x Reader )
"Mikasa?" Eren asked with a confused face
"He's the same age as you" Grisha said
"Yeah and he is really cool!" You said with a blush
"There aren't any other kids in this area so make friends with him, okay?" Your father told Eren
"Depends on him" He murmured
"Eren... That attitude is why you've only got one friend" Grisha scolded your brother. "Maybe they aren't home" He added and knocked several times on the door, shouting "Mr.Ackerman!"
"Excuse me-" Your father gasped when he opened the door
"What's wrong?" You and Eren asked together. "Hey, dad..."
Grisha checked Mikasa's parents pulses and whispered a "No good"
"Eren, (Y/n), Did you two see a boy around? Did you two see Mikasa?" He asked with worried eyes
"No" You two said bluntly and he nodded
"I am going to get the military police and have them look for him. You two wait for me at the base of the mountain. Got it? Eren? (Y/n)?"
(Rin Matsuoka x Reader) Manager
(A/N: TLDR: You're great at volleyball and swimming and you go to Iwatobi)
"Eh?! Momo-kun, I attend Iwatobi, I cannot be a manager for a different team..." You sighed, face-palming at the ecstatic boy in front of you.
"(F/N)-chan! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!!! I will buy you (favorite snack) every week! I want you to analyze the team with your superpowers!" He whined.
"They're not superpowers! I just happen to be really good at analyzing and helping athletes..." You muttered. "Plus, I have volleyball practice, then swimming!!"
"You can come after! Our swimming practice doesn't start till 5:30, and you get out of both practices practice at 5:15!" He smiled cheekily.
"Damn you..." You rolled your eyes. "Fine! But you have to buy me (favorite snack) every week, and if you miss a week I quit!" You scoffed.
"YEEEES!!!" Your annoyingly loud childhood friend screamed. "Let's go right now!"
"Momo-kun, it's a Saturday morning..."
"We have practice a
The Core of Blackrock MountainTale 200: The Core of Blackrock Mountain (the Trio)
"And now, time for another song from the repertoire of Flynn Devine..." Brock grins before taking the harp and starting a mournful melody:
A long time ago, in a land far away,
Three dwarven clans vied for supremacy
While two walked the path of light
The third walked the way of the dark
The duergar wished to rule them all
With the wisps of fire by their side
But though he sought an army,
He summoned the Wisp King Ragnaros...
Ash joins in with a tense melody on the Pokeflute as Brock continues:
He had been imprisoned under Redbridge Mountain,
Where he'd built up years of rage,
And now that he was free again,
To the dwarven city he laid siege
The battlefield burned with flames and ashes
Until the duergar city was no more
The battle created Blackrock Mountain,
With its white hot molten core..
Misty and Ash trade solos for a moment, over which Brock scats the fiddle line as he plays a harmony line. After playing the long and
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